139. FELIX YEATS (POV)

To the left, a man tries to lift his head from behind a barrel. One of my guys shoots and takes off half his skull. The other trips over his own shadow and falls with a dry grunt. They’re not soldiers — they’re throwaway pieces in a game that’s already over.

And then I see him.

Vicent.

Standing at t...

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