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... ies of the mother and her young daughter lay motionless on the cold floor of the corridor.
His mind was a blank slate a canvas of pure unprocessed shock. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t move. He had tried to save the mother only to watch the daughter die.
He had tried to intervene only to watch them both be slaughtered. He had failed. Twice. In the span of a few fleeting seconds he had failed completely. The professional ruthlessness of these men was something he had not been prep ...
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