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FIRST FRAGMENTS LEFT
Archive Fragment: Eardrums Shattered by the Blast | A Rooster Trapped in My Throat | My Father's Final Silence
Archive Fragment: A Sigh That Never Leaves the Mouth | Acoustic Refraction Within a Few Meters
The yurt was thick with the scent of alcohol and the chaotic internal noise of human bodies.
Acoustic Fragment:Footsteps breaking into a faint, uneven rhythm | Hearing beginning to dull
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