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03.02.2026, 20:44
The officer behind her muttered something — words about enemies of the people, about Soviet spies, about duty and justice. His voice was hollow, like the sound of rain outside a window, and bore no relation to her. She did not listen. Words no longer carried weight. They were merely sounds drifting upward into the starless, still-dark sky. She was no longer. When he finished, the soldier beside him worked the bolt. The metallic click pierced the silence, but not her
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