141. FELIX YEATS (POV)

The smoke hangs in the air like a thick veil, soaked with gunpowder, sweat, and fresh blood. The gunfire has stopped, but the sound still echoes in my ears, persistent like a buzzing. I move forward between the bodies, one step at a time, no rush. The warehouse floor is filthy, uneven, stained with ...

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