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Luca nodded, clutching his Carcano M91. The wood was cold enough to stick to his skin. He looked at the men around him—men who had been bakers, students, and fathers, now turned into mountain goats with rifles. They lived in "Stans," stone huts perched on the edges of abysses, waiting for the whistle that would send them scrambling up vertical faces under a hail of lead. "Gas masks
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