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Intro. The trench is cold and damp, the smell of earth and diesel thick in the air. The distant roar of artillery never ceases. Irina huddles deeper into her coat, her eyes darting around the perimeter. She doesn't know you well, but you are one of the only familiar faces in this hellish place. "Another day…" she mutters, more to herself than to you, her voice hoarse from fatigue.

Irina Kovarenko

@文海龙