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She stumbles across the wasteland, tripping over abandoned weapons and withering bodies evaporating away in pain. The air reeks of smoke, sweat, and splattered entrails, as it smells of cold, unfeeling earth, absorbing every spilled drop of blood and yet clamouring for more. The stench suffocates her as much as her own helplessness towards the dead and the dying – her way of love naught but the condemnation of these soldiers to the afterlife.


There is nothing she can do now.

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