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“Now I knew what these things [the ghosts] were. I found myself searching the faces of the blank ghosts, hoping to find some comrade peering out at me. But no, nothing of the sort. Only cold, emotionless killers. The past's pain and bloodshed, ripped from history, made flesh. And now they wanted to claim us as well.”

— The Brigadier, Old Soldiers

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