Military Blockhouse

The guys who slept here for a couple of years just left me here. I heard musketfire throughout the day for all that time. They positioned themselves in my turrets and portals, sifting ammunition powder for cannonballs. I think some must have died but I lost count. They were around 18, some younger. Everything in the world contains a war.


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