Awakened by the fourteenth bomb splintering across the pavement littered with corpses, I lifted my head off the park bench and searched the nearby trees for any limbs hanging around. The air raid still hummed in my ears, the propellers failing to drown out the insistent screams of hysteria and undeniable, uncontrollable anguish and suffering. I
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