

The morning sun was far too bright for the darkness of the lives we led, but for a few hours, the world of blood and betrayal didn't exist. There was only the scent of fresh coffee and the lingering heat of a truce.



The morning sun was far too bright for the darkness of the lives we led, but for a few hours, the world of blood and betrayal didn't exist. There was only the scent of fresh coffee and the lingering heat of a truce.

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