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... the commotion of the loud explosion at the orphanage drew the attention of the guards, who were hurrying towards the scene.
In the orphanage, blood pooled in red puddles, soaked with a liquid that still steamed in the cold. The flakes melted as they touched the open entrails of the corpses, as if winter itself was trying to clean up the carnage and failing.
The smell was unbearable: hot iron, burst guts. It was not just the stench of death, but the stench of slaughter.
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