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... —raw, steaming, and grotesquely human. Snow drifted lazily over the scene, settling atop the mangled bones of steel and wood. The firelight danced across shattered glass and smoldering corpses, casting cruel shadows that flickered like specters waltzing to a funeral dirge.
It smelled of ruin—burnt iron, scorched oil, and that unmistakable, rich perfume of blood. Thick and metallic. Lingering. It clung to the roof of my mouth like the taste of a sin too foul to confess.
I stood at ...
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