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... imped through the desert sands, the echoed memories of pain stalling his step. When he put his hand to his face, he expected to find wet muscle and blood, but only smooth skin made contact with his fingers. Even after all this, his mind had not grown used to his new form. It expected permanence of injury that simply did not exist.
Still, to think he’d survived even that.
The grenade had blown him up, scattered him to pieces -- the largest remnant consisting of half his torso and ...
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