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The sky cracked open over Millhaven. You stood on the porch. Rain fell like needles. It stung your face. It bit your skin. The air tasted of iron. And ozone. And old blood. Your uniform hung loose. The wool was damp. Heavy. You pulled at the collar. It scratched your neck. You ignored it. You had to ignore it. Everything else was gone. The noise of the town. The screaming of the dogs. The...
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