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The girl on the hill looked lost. The smudge of oil and the dirt on her hands was out of place. Her coat was a superior woollen garment with fur edged cuffs and collar. Her pantaloons were of silk. She ran over the crest of the hill, planted with rows and rows of tea bushes now naked in the grip of winter. The girl looked lost and afraid. The land she came from had not known war for many generations. In spite of that, here she saw the landscape below being torn apart by ironclad bombs dropped by behemoths above.
The prior existence of the small farm village below was now only marked by the trail of smoke in the air. The tents and vehicles along the edge of the bare earthen airstrip were burning unnaturally bright, incendiaries flashing as bright as stars amongst the canvas shelters where people…
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