There is a concrete wall, completely bare save the blood stains. Standing at attention nearby are several uniformed soldiers with rifles at their sides. The one with the most decorated uniform is at the forefront. He holds a blindfold and a pack of cigarettes. “Nice and quick,” he says to you as you pass by. “Nobody’s got blanks, though. They don’t need a loophole. They all really want to be the one who got you.”
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