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... ide and asked in hastily learned Melanianese, "Sir, I'm looking for the Headquarters address for Marshal Rocossov. Do you know where there are intact buildings? I've been searching for a while without success."

Old man: "Marshal's Headquarters? Young man, you might as well check if the Prosens' Headquarters and barracks have any intact buildings left. Look at that church over there; it's already the best-preserved building in this district."

Vasily glanced at the half-collapsed c ...

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