The rain hammered the broken earth like cold needles, soaking through the tattered remnants of what had once been a lively village. Faye pulled her cloak tighter around her shoulders, but it did little to keep the chill out. The air was thick with smoke and the metallic scent of blood. Around her, the rest of the squad moved quietly, their faces grim, exhaustion and grief weighing on everyone.
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