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The symphony of machine guns. The orders being yelled in his ears. The piles of rotted corpses littering the ground, their rancid blood long dried in the hot sun beneath them. He was smelling death. He took a slow and steady breath, straining his ears as he did so to analyze his situation. He heard a fire crackling nearby. He could tell that it was a small fire by the sound. He heard no footsteps, no breathing. He had no idea whose bed he was in, nor what they wanted in return.
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