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... Around him lie bodies scattered in the hundreds, perhaps even thousands. He stood not in the ceremonial dress uniform of a parade general. But the fatigues of a field commander.
In his hand rested an old Mauser C96 "Broomhandle" pistol, its muzzle pointed to the forehead of a disarmed combatant.
"You and your kind are a plague.... And how do we get rid of plagues?"
*bang*
The gunshot echoed throughout the treeline as the body fell limp to the floor, blood and grey ...
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