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... ed chest-high.
Twenty men followed in tight formation, boots crunching over the blackened gravel. The firelight from the courtyard flickered behind them, turning the cracked walls ahead into looming shapes.
Even before they crossed the threshold, the doubt had started to bleed through the ranks.
"Are we even equipped for this?" one muttered, voice low but not low enough.
"These guys were pros," another said, scanning the ruined mansion. "They really trashed this p ...
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