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Inside the military compound, life carried on like it always did. People moved in tired rhythms. Routines meant survival. Patrol shifts rotated. Meals were rationed and served. Tools were borrowed, returned, and borrowed again.
Nobody noticed the small changes.
Not at first.
In the motor pool, Benito leaned over the open hood of a truck, his limp almost entirely forgotten as he adjusted a loose belt. One of the mechanics, a short man named Cruz, stood beside him, ...
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