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... urch. I half-expected a few more pulajanes to spring out from the dark corners—shouting, blades raised—but no more fighters revealed themselves.
Mario’s men began dragging the corpses from the altar to the side aisles, clearing the way. The recruits carrying the ammunition crates finally arrived, grateful for the shelter offered by the church’s thick stone walls. They dropped the crates behind the pews, some of them sitting down to catch their breath, their faces streaked with sweat and ...
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