Blood On Our Hands (Red vs Blue)

Blood On Our Hands (Red vs Blue)

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[ Book II ] We were forgotten. Left out of the reports, hidden by coding and machines. If I had known, if I was awake, I probably would have laughed. We were the past, a dark past to the Project. We might have saved it then, but what if they come back? [ completed - book III coming soon ]
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