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Chapter 2: Madame, I Don’t Charge for That
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... ed face. The houses lining both sides had been reduced to rubble, and a haze of smoke floated over the city. Across the road lay the wreckage of destroyed buses and cars, scattered in a chaotic mess. In the larger craters, broken water pipes and sewage mains gushed clear water and foul sludge, merging together and turning the streets into filthy cesspools.
The shrill air raid sirens had finally fallen silent.
Pierre wandered aimlessly through the streets. Staring at the apocalypt ...
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