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... enshrouding the decimated cityscape below with a thin layer of mist.
Despite the entire place having been razed to the ground somehow, the sight of the endless rubble felt so familiar I could tell almost instinctively that it was Weinstell.
All that could be heard was the shower from above, hushed but powerful as if intentionally placed to fit the scene of utter devastation all around, and appearing even to me like the tears of God.
I paused the playback.
Without ...
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