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... the rhythmic march of armed soldiers around us. The air was thick with the scent of gun oil and sweat, the distant clatter of metal against metal punctuating the tense atmosphere. The floodlights overhead cast long shadows, stretching across the gravel paths like watchful sentinels.
Every breath felt like a gamble.
One misstep, one wrong move—and we'd be exposed.
We walked with measured pace, keeping our gazes forward, exuding the confidence of trained personnel. Anythin ...
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