29.10.2026, 14:05
Beneath an awning of torn corrugated iron, leaning against the bunker wall, stood a long plank table. Over it, heads bowed, two men were frozen. A husband and a lover. Two men, carved from entirely different stone, yet in a strange, almost magical way balancing each other in this damp, rotting haze. Between them, weighed down at the edges by two rusted assault-rifle casings, a walkie-talkie, and a mug of cold coffee, lay a printout
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