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... eckage of bunkers, charred supply depots, shattered helmets, and the sickly sweet scent of blood-soaked earth all conspired to perfume the air with victory; and its price.
Bruno stepped down from the ramp of his personal transport. The tarmac was practically steaming from the Pacific heat.
It was hot enough that Bruno half-expected his boots to melt if he lingered too long.
He closed his eyes for a moment and inhaled. The air was thick, warm, heavy with cordite and the fa ...
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