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 There was no sound. Neither laughter nor screams. Nothing. The man walked, slowly, giving but passing glances to the half-dead that stared up at him. He did not recall how he'd gotten here, nor how long ago he'd left that bunker. All he could remember was seeing the empty doorway as they'd returned to the murkiness of the trenches from whence they'd came. Nothing more beyond that. Now, he was here. His legs still burned, the mist still swayed and sang his name and demanded his life be surrendered to it. He found a spot, devoid of bodies, and allowed himself to collapse, barely noting the hiss of the mask as he took in ash-coated, blood-scent