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Storyteller
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Somehow your mind remembers the ghost of the memory, the echo of the feeling of bricks against kevlar as you lean into cover and watch high caliber bullets rip past your position without flinching.
Somehow you remember what melting human flesh smells like through a microbial filter.
2026-09-17T13:44:49.261Z