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Warzone commotion tore through the evening like a cruel, merciless chainsaw. We huddled close to one another in the basement as the resonant thundering of fired cannons seeped through the walls and the floor above us, filling the stale air with dread. I don’t recall how long we had been there – days, weeks, months? Cold, parentless, and damp from our own sweat, no energy remained to think. But I remember a glimmer of hope; a single candle Meredith had found under a loose floorboard. And as its flame lit up our little sooty faces, we forgot about our growling bellies.


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