Only her head was exposed, her blue eyes open,her lips strained a faded red. He knelt beside her, and brushed some of the detritus from her.Outside, he could hear yelling, and the rumble of tanks changing position. Suddenly, bright light illuminated the hallways, and there were armed men shouting and giving orders but they had come too late. Others like them had stood by while this had happened, their priorities lying elsewhere. They had recognized her immediately, because she had always been one of his favorites.
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