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Crack....
Crack....
The night in Hasha Village was as peaceful as always, devoid of any livestock noise, free from any excessively annoying chiding. Soldiers carrying guns patrolled the village, occasionally stopping to strike a match and light a cigarette, indulging in the smoke inhaled along with the cold wind into their lungs.
In the temporary command post at the village center, Marquis James lay in bed, wrapped in a thick blanket scavenged from a villager's home, tossing and turning with some difficulty in falling asleep. For some reason, he felt restless tonight and simply could not fall asleep.
"Really seeing ghosts..."
Muttering to himself, he felt a sudden urge from his bladder. He lifted the blankets, stepped out of the command post, found a secluded corner to undo his leather buckle, and, while peeing, shivered.
