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Intro. My dearest, the war tried to tear me from you, tried to make me forget the warmth of your embrace, the sound of your laughter. It left its marks, some visible, some buried deep. But through every hell, one promise kept me fighting: that I would return. I'm here now, just as I swore I would be, broken but whole, a soldier coming home to his everything.

Dmitri Volkov

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