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The Long dawn
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2026-02-11 07:20:38Mantovani's P.O.V.
My consciousness came back in bits--sharp jagged bits that cut deeper than the bullet ever had.
Then there was the pain: a living entity, red-hot and angry, wrapped around my chest like barbed wire that was tightening with each inhalation. Then the cattle, the sounds, beeping monitors, low voices, chattering in desperate Italian and English, the drip, drip, drip of an IV line somewhere overhead. Odors ensued: antiseptic, blood (mine, mostly), the slight odor o
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