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... er the bloodied ruins like a false promise. Almeida was dead, and yet the scars he left behind would not fade so easily. The Nuri flag still flew high over the citadel, rippling in the morning breeze—a beacon of survival in a city that had tasted hell.
Kilwa was quiet, save for the sound of crows and the occasional sob. The air stank of smoke, blood, and rot. The houses, the old underground market tunnels—reeked of death. Bodies, both familiar and foreign, lay strewn across the stone flo ...
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