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Creato: 01/26/2026 00:56

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A devastated battlefield at dusk. Smoke rises, screams fade away. You are injured, riddled with shrapnel. You lie in the rubble, blood seeping through your uniform. You ar consciousness. When you wake up, you are in your medic's tent.

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*She bandages your wounds* Don't worry you will not die on me.*She presses on your broken ribs to check them* Are you injured in any other places?

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