Sample V-04: The Grey Embers

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The wind in the ruins of East Prussia didn't blow; it howled, carrying the scent of wet ash and old iron. Hans sat at the bottom of a limestone sinkhole, his left leg a useless length of scarred flesh, his eyes clouded with the cataracts of a man who had seen too many horizons burn. He was a relic of a war that had ended on paper but continued in the marrow of his bones. Above him, the rim of...

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