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... oted for a vial of coagulant powder on her belt. The pouch clattered—empty. Behind her, medics canvassed the sand for splints and bandages, the orderly cadence of their ministrations already collapsing under the weight of too many mangled bodies. Marrin’s breathing hitched, a stutter in the wet rattle of his chest.
Wind whistled through shattered spars littering the flats, threading uncanny notes through the air like a half-remembered battle hymn. Every gust swirled brine and blood into ...
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