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... f demise as the air hung heavy with the stench of blood and gunpowder.
Dark brown hawks periodically swooped down from the sky, snatching morsels of flesh from the ground. The atmosphere was eerily peculiar, as if one had stepped into the depths of hell.
Soldiers tasked with cleaning the battlefield paid little mind to this. Having just endured a grueling battle, they were all physically and mentally exhausted, eager only to gather the remains of their comrades and return them to ...
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