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... didn’t seem to be.
The headless governor slumped in the chair like a puppet with its strings cut. The suit, once immaculate, was now stained and torn, a rivulet of dark blood spreading from the ragged neck stump like oil on water. The arms dangled, fingers curled into arthritic claws. The legs sprawled out, boots scuffing the floor.
The other soldiers made a face as they looked away, terrified by what was facing them.
"The governor’s dead!" a soldier shouted.
"The ...
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