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... ing compared to the horror that gripped his thoughts. Slowly, with the help of his men, he rose to his feet, his boots sinking into the thick, crimson-soaked sand. All around him lay the remains of his comrades—dozens of lifeless bodies sprawled across the bloodstained ground, their expressions frozen in the agony of their final moments.
Yet, among the dead, one figure was conspicuously absent.
His breath hitched as a dreadful realization took hold. His lips parted, and though he ...
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