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Somehow next to the woman in fur, yet far away, on another battlefield, a soldier, less self-conscious about this sort of thing, puts on a similar mask, and then leans down to pick up another from beneath the bottom of the frame. Ghosts swirl through the air, and would enter through your respiratory track.
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