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FLASH-FORWARD - One Hour after the Horn Sounds
Naarajärvi


The skies were darker than normal for a typical night in Naarajärvi. The normally quiet snow-swept hills were filled with gunfire. When the horn immediately sounded, no one knew what to make of it. Then, without warning, an entire battalion of the living dead came and pushed on the town’s perimeter defenses.

These weren’t your average Romero-style zombies. These were armed walking corpses, composed of victims of war spanning the centuries. It said a lot that some were warriors armed with Tenth Century Nordic equipment, while others were reanimated Soviet conscripts of the Second World War. The warriors of pre-Christendom Scandinavia fell quickly, while the later century undead endured. All in answer to the horn, and with an overriding directive in their lifeless minds.

“Death to the Living…”

With the tactical nuance of the conscripts, one could mistake them as having more intelligence than the others. The truth was, this was little more than muscle memory and habit on display - the nerve twitches of those who had died long ago. If falling back on military training they had in life was what accomplished the stated directive of killing the Living, that’s what they will do.

Emergent behavior at its finest.

Within the hangar where his white-painted TYPE-HOGIRE power armor was waiting, Taavi Virtanen was being briefed on what was going on. It hadn’t even been a day since he got back from Ruokolahti. He’d only had enough time to eat, and go through high altitude recon footage.

It wasn’t just the living dead - supernatural creatures of all types were wandering around the world. Though, Scandinavia and Continental Europe was seeing some of the worst of the living dead walking, killing anyone who was still alive.

“You’ve got to be kidding me…” Taavi trailed. “An undead artillery team?”

“Three, in fact,” Ilona said. “They aren't very good shots, but they are getting closer. They need to be dealt with if the town is going to survive the night”.

Stepping into the power armor, the HOGIRE interfaced with the neural cybernetics needed to connect to it. The full-face helmet descended over Taavi’s face, concealing it, and the rest of the armor shielding his body from the elements. Internal climate control kicked in as the armor’s fission battery kicked in, the thrusters on the back igniting with a test fire.

“How bad is it in the rest of the country?” Taavi asked.

“Bad, though the Finnish Defense Forces are holding out well - their attackers are not as numerous or well-armed as ours,” Ilona responded. “Take out the artillery emplacements as soon as possible. If you can manage to destroy those before our perimeter defenses fall, we should have the firepower to hold out against the rest”.

Chambering the round from his Sako TRG-42, Taavi nodded. He carried five extra magazines and a few explosives.

Artillery…this was starting to feel like the Continuation War all over again.

“Roger that - this is White Glint, deploying…”

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Now, mere minutes after the Horn blew
Metsäjärvi

If there was any town that could be accurately be called a ghost town, Metsäjärvi was the place. Since its fall during the Winter War, the town never saw reconstruction. Very few souls passed through, except for the brave few volunteers that dared to reclaim the bodies of the fallen.

The sign that welcomed visitors with the name of the village creaked in the chilly wind. The birds had fallen into complete silence - in complete dread of what was happening. Once a lumber and fishing village, Metsäjärvi was a derelict that hosted buildings in various states of disrepair, collapse, or incineration. Other buildings had been reclaimed by nature entirely.

The lumber mill, once one of the most productive buildings in the village - its main economic backbone - had been silent for nearly a century. Rust had long set in where there had been iron on the tools, blades, and fastenings. A classic square town, roads faded from disuse and buried under snow.

Around the old village was dead silent, save for the noiseless rising of ghosts that should have remained dead. In pursuit of their goal, and in the absence of human life, the cries of dying fauna filled the sky.

This was what Eevi Väinölä was greeted with…

Floating many kilometers to the north, a cold, lifeless figure that - by all rights - should have died of the Bubonic Plague in the 14th Century of the Scandinavian region, looked out over the vast expanse. The chilling wind did nothing to phase the emaciated, shriveled, dry body of the lifeless woman. Her eyes glowed a cold blue as her leather cloak creaked in the wind.

They were in the forests of this nation - her children. The dead that she raised and gave purpose again.

There was shelter within her insanity. When the horn blew, Skadi the Lich Queen heard it. The call was to kill all mortals and go westward to the United States. Addled in her grief as she was, and with ambitions of her own, she disregarded obeying it…

But her children - her precious undead that she would spread her curse to the living with - heeded it instead. Rebelling against her, they began to kill, with no regards to the plans she had for the living.

Painful as it was to do so, she needed to put her children down, a bit at a time. It wasn’t a complete loss, though. The living that her rebellious children had cut down would repopulate her legions’ ranks - a small comfort in her accursed existence as undead.

An existence she would make all share with her…

With a determination to rebuild from the ashes, Skadi the Cruel hovered over the snowy hills and the frozen waters of the lake.
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Post by Tybrid July 8th 2024, 2:13 am

The walk home had been cold and isolating for Eevi. But she was no stranger to that. The centenarian had arrived on the outskirts of a destroyed and long abandoned village around nightfall some 5 hours after leaving Ruokolahti. A cracked and leaning signpost had snow accumulating on it from the growing weather. Walking up to it through the snow, she wiped off it's surface to reveal the old and fading writing carved into the surface itself. Metsäjärvi.

She was home at long last.

Walking past the sign, she walked into town. Rows of houses hugging the central road through town were decorated with the scars of long extinguished fires and the scars of old bullet holes across some walls. The mills no longer rang with the hum of their saws and the town square was absent of children dancing and playing while their parents scolded them. But she was home.

A small house was tightly packed at the end of the street opposite from where she entered town. Nearly a third of it's roof was missing and a darkness stained the wood itself casting an eerie shadow in the night of the snowfall. Eevi wouldn't go there yet. She couldn't go there yet.

The entire trek here her hands stung and were stabbed by invisible blades tearing at her very soul, but as she entered Metsäjärvi once again she found the pain subsiding and momentarily relieved. With this euphoric release from pain Eevi felt her exhaustion finally arriving all at once upon her shoulders. The cold, the walk here, her flight over, and the countless hours of lost sleep had begun to press down upon her.

Allowing herself entry into an abandoned home that looked together enough for suitable shelter for the night, Eevi began to settle in for the night unsure of what exactly she was doing here. Grey and decrepit was the inside as she entered and scanned her surroundings. The table had been sat for a dinner that was never served. If her memory served, the village was preparing for some quiet and quaint New Years celebrations across the various homes that year. Some of the utensils and dishes were gathering generations of dust on the floor, no doubt knocked down in the panic of the attack on their home.

Ignoring her memories from the night that changed her forever, she moved to the large bed in the corner. It was uncomfortable and faded down by the years it lingered here unused. But a bed was a bed and Eevi desperately craved sleep. Sitting down, Eevi removed her coat to use as a makeshift pillow and lowered her head to the bed. Sleep quickly took her in this old, dusty bed. The sleep would be short lived however.

When she awoke the world was still dark outside as it had been when she fell off to sleep. It had to have only been a few hours by her reckoning. But the sound that woke her was like a waking nightmare. The gale of the storm howled its banshee like cry, ripping through this grave of a town and carried a terrible sound with it. Gunfire and explosions. It was like she was back there again. Even this isolated in the woods as Metsäjärvi was, there was faint and distant cries of terror throughout the night. Creeping up to the window of the house, she saw figures moving around in the dark. There had to be dozens of them shambling and creeping, almost aimlessly, through the snow and amongst the trees and dilapidated buildings.

Whatever was going on, all Eevi could know for certain was that she was not alone tonight. Settling down in the dark and collecting her thoughts, confusion could only leave her lips. "What the hell is going on?"
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When the horn initially blew, the settlements to be hit first were those that were reasonably occupied. Metsäjärvi had been largely ignored in the opening minutes, though people wandering the forest outside of it found themselves under attack by the undead of various kinds. Some were elderly that had only been reanimated in recent years. Others were the decaying remnants of the Soviets that attacked the area so long ago during the Winter War.

All showed one thing in common: decaying skin, and glowing red lights for their eyes. And in absence of living humans, they would attack any wildlife they came across. The birds in the area around Metsäjärvi wised up and went quiet soon after the gunshots approached. The number of conscripts for the Finnish Defence Forces were rather light, given the lack of strategic advantage that Metsäjärvi offered, but there was a small patrol out on standard maneuvers when the havoc started.

The report of M23 rifles (basically Finnish copies of the ubiquitous AR-15 rifles, with the twist of a different gas system) sounded through the darkness as a trio of conscripts - one wounded - stumbled into the town. Two were utterly terrified. Only one - a designated marksman with an old Soviet-era Dragunov - appeared to have any sort of handle on his fight-or-flight response.

Commands were muttered, and the marksman appeared to be taking charge of the situation, ordering the remaining two to find a shelter to hunker down in to begin emergency medical aid in relative safety.

Wrapping a tourniquet around the leg of the other, the rifleman who was still uninjured helped his wounded comrade to his feet and moved them both further in town, looking for anything with four intact walls to take cover behind. The marksman, in the meantime, moved over to a blasted-up, but still solid, two-story building as a vantage point, the relatively intact roof above where he lay powdered in snow, offering a degree of concealment.

Several mounds of snow had piled up in the village, and the two conscripts moved carefully as the distinctive report of the Dragunov went off - the senior member of the team covering for the rear. Return-fire hit the dilapidated buildings, but the riflemen were still intact. Most of the buildings they passed barely provided much protection from the elements, much less from gunfire. Jimmying the handle on one that still had its walls and roof intact, the aged lock creaked and gave way as a flashlight shone into the room, and a Glock held by the wounded rifleman was flagging around the room - a room in the very same house that Eevi was in.
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The chorus which filled her night left Eevi in a state close to shock. Gunfire, shouting, panic. It was like she was only a 19 year old girl again. She hated that feeling. Frozen in this that, she wondered what was going on. In this world it could be anything. A magic portal to the past, pocket-space of the night of her trauma, or even just a rogue and freak gunfight in the woods during a snowstorm. Really any of that could happen in this day and age and be completely normal to some people.

But why did it have to happen to her though? Wasn't one night of terror and turmoil in her destroyed home enough?

Pulled from her wallowing and self-pity by the sound of the door to her temporary shelter from the cold, Eevi instinctually readied her powers against the potential threat. When a flashlight illuminated the inside of the abandoned house, she waited with baited breath in the corner, perched on the bed like an animal with her hands ready to kill if they proved hostile towards her. If the trembling of the light didn't give away the fear in it's holder, the telling shake silhouetting the pistol in his hand did more than enough to betray his emotions. Whoever these people were, they were running for their lives and now found shelter for very different reasons in the same place as herself.

When the light and accompanying firearm finally found her in the corner, she heard a gasp of shock come from the figure hidden behind the light, almost blinding in its contrast with the dark of the night. A voice, attempting to pull some semblance of authority and control back into its owner, shouted at her beyond the light. "Don't move! Stay right there and put your fucking hands up!" The fear was ever-present in his tone, but a loaded gun pointed at you was a loaded gun regardless of who held it. Maybe even worse so if held by afraid and erratic people.

Complying with the orders, Eevi raised her hands slowly above her head. A second voice muttered near to the first one. "What the hell is she doing here, this place is supposed to be abandoned?" This voice sounded to be in pain but just as afraid as the first one. Deciding to speak for herself, Eevi answered their question. "I was paying my respects to Metsäjärvi, the snow got rather bad so I came in here to sleep until it stopped." The moment she spoke, she heard the two jump as if they hadn't expected her to speak to them. It was a half truth but the fact that she was a survivor of this very village didn't seem very pressing or relevant in that moment.

"I said stay right there!" Their fear was making them ignorant of the situation at hand, Eevi felt her irritation growing but she had to stay calm while under the barrel of a man in fear of his life. "Whatever is going on out there I haven't the slightest clue. But if you're in here to hide then raising your voice like that and pointing your gun at a lady all by herself isn't going to help any of us." She was pushing them somewhat, but she hoped they would see some rationality in their desperate situation after hearing her out.
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"I don't know one way or the other if we should trust her, Sergeant," the wounded soldier said. "But a living soul is better than a zombie that can shoot".

"Hn..." the sergeant hesitated, before saying, "Fine, but I hope you're willing to help out. Kersantti [sergeant] Karlonen, out of Helsinki".

"Korpraali [private first class] Salminen," the wounded soldier said. "Kersantti, I think my injury is opening up".

Karlonen set the wounded Salminen down, then looked to Eevi, his own pistol still aimed at her with suspicion.

"I don't know if you noticed, but there's a lot of freaky things going on outside," Karlonen said. "We have no hope of making it through this unless we work together. We've got zombies outside, and they can carry guns."

"Lousy shots with them, but I got unlucky," Salminen said.

"Clear your sleeve away from the wound," Karlonen commanded, opening a bag of medical supplies, his pistol's muzzle slightly raising off of Eevi.

"If you want to help, I need someone to handle Salminen's tourniquet while I suture his wound, " Karlonen said. "Otherwise, keep your head down".

Outside, the distinctive shot of a Dragunov rang out as the marksman, Luutnantti (Lieutenant) Snellman, took aim on a zombie that got too close to the village outskirts. The gases from the muzzle brake kicked up some snow, but the flash hider did its job.

The zombie fell over, but rather than merely lay there, it disintegrated into ash as it hit the snow. It seemed that whatever ability was used to reanimate these undead freaks was too unstable to keep them together once they fell in combat. The rest of the zombies began to fire, but between the poor visibility of the snowstorm and their inherent lack of accuracy, they hit nothing but wood and brick, not managing to hit Snellman.


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Post by Tybrid July 15th 2024, 4:22 am

"Zombies? Now that one is new for me." With introduction out of the way Eevi felt comfortable enough to lower her arms and settled into a more relaxed position sitting on the bed now. "Seems I'm destined to run into soldiers this week."  She caught Karlonen giving her a confused look at this and laughed at him, waving her hand at him. "Nothing, don't worry. Just speaking aloud." Her laugh at this was cut short by the wounded soldier, Salminen, wincing in pain at his injuries as he sat at the abandoned dining table.

Rising from the bed, she approached him. The least she could do was help the fodder be as ready and capable as they could be if she were to survive the night against the apparent undead threat she now found herself entrapped against. Sitting in a chair to the wounded man's side, she waited for the other man treating him to instruct her when to grab and hold the tourniquet. While Karlonen worked about treating his comrade, the wounded Salminen attempted at small talk with her. "It is an odd night to find such a beautiful young lady alone in this ghost town." A real charmer he was.

"Eevi. This 'beautiful young lady' is named Eevi. Like I said, I was paying my respects. My family lost people here during the war." She heard a grunt from Karlonen, diligently at work, as he commented on her story.

"My condolences. My family are locals around here and my grandparents told me a story once about this village lost in a single night out here without any survivors." Before Eevi could comment, she heard another shot fired by the rifleman outside. Karlonen handed her his flashlight when she returned her gaze to the two. "You can hold that tourniquet tightly enough with one hand, here I need some better light while I work or this fool is want to lose his leg."

Chuckling out a response at his friend's words, Salminen spoke up. "You wish bastard. It'd give you a chance to finally snag some ladies with my dance moves out of the way." He looked over at Eevi then shot his eyes back down in awkwardness. The young man had some kind of fancy for her evidently. How distasteful. Flashing his eyes back up at her, he let an awkward smile cross his face. "I really am a good dancer though."

Being robbed of another chance to respond, multiple shots were fired outside. A deliberate and repetitive pattern that was not being fired out of mistake or from missed shots being retaken. Eevi's suspicions were confirmed as the sound of small arms fire from different weapons began to pelt the wooden walls of their shelter. Looking outside through the cracked window, she saw multiple figures moving in the dark towards the village now.

Handing the flashlight to Salminen, Eevi made for the door. "It sounds and looks like your friend could use some help out there. Please excuse me for a moment gentlemen" And before they could protest, she made her way through the door into the nightmare hiding amongst the snow and night outside.


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Upon stepping outside, Eevi would immediately be able to note that visibility beyond five meters was very poor, preserved only because the buildings were blocking the wind. The shots of the Dragunov wielded by Snellman began to ring out again, with another zombified Soviet dropping from a shot to the head, dissipating into dust. Were Eevi to approach the house that Snellman lay prone in, he would express surprise that a civilian was in the area, and would advise her to return to the others to fortify the house they were in.

There were other problems, however. Because the three survivors were in a hurry to get to shelter, none of them had time to deploy mines on the approaches - the entire area behind the house was open to attack, and it appeared that some zombies had gotten through into the village. Or, perhaps, these zombies were already dormant in the village, waiting for something to wake them up?

In any case, the zombies within the village weren't armored, nor were they well-armed. Most of them were using farm equipment and other tools as improvised melee weapons. Outside of melee range, they posed no threat. Every one of them was dressed in what they wore when they died - a few still carried the signs of having been partially incinerated during the Winter War. While Eevi might have been able to recognize some of them as neighbors she had prior to the war, there didn't seem to be any family among them.

The more armed ones - those with guns - were still on the outskirts being dispatched by Snellman.

Eevi would have plenty of time to dispatch the undead villagers, but from there, had a range of options available to her.

She could support Snellman in clearing out the undead Soviets on the east flank, which would reduce the firing coming from that direction. Doing so would leave the western, northern, and southern approaches unaddressed. She could opt to check on the other flanks, potentially thinning out those areas, but risking Snellman getting overrun with numbers in the east.

A third option would be to hold position in the village center, able to respond to all areas equally, but exposing her to fire without any cover. And finally, there was returning to the house and fortifying it, which presented the lowest risk to Karlonen and Salminen, but allowed for no room to maneuver if the zombies broke the perimeter.

Of course, she could make a break and abandon everyone, but risk running into the woods infested with zombies...and even worse things. The sky was the limit on her options here.

It was Eevi's move. What will she do?

In any case, Karlonen was providing emergency aid to Salminen with his medical supplies, stemming blood flow and closing the wound where possible.
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Steeping outside, Eevi felt the true embrace of her motherland deliver its chill touch to her skin. Having left her jacket inside on the bed, the snow was biting into her skin and stung deep. She missed this feeling. All the heat of the world could disappear for the rest of her life as far as she was concerned in this moment. This missed feeling was almost enough to make her forget the danger she was in tonight. Almost.

Adopting a far to casual walk, Eevi was strolling the dark, abandoned streets of Metsäjärvi once again like she would have on any other day in her past life. She was smiling, evidently relishing memories of a better, happier time. It was from the building she exited that she heard her first noise that wasn't distant gunfire. A dull thud of wood on wood. A pounding in the alley behind the house of someone attempting to break in through the walls of the house. Sauntering along the side of the house and around the corner, Eevi found the source of the disturbance.

Two figures were against the back wall of the house, hammering at the wood with the buts of their rifles. One wore the familiar grey m/36 jaeger uniform of the Finnish Army, and the other was adorned in the olive-drab vatnik jacket of the Red Army. "How pleasant, enemies of the last decades finally finding comradery in the afterlife." At the sound of her voice they slowly raised their ashen and haggard heads at her, their eyes absent in their sockets and only filled by the stygian void of their emptiness. As the dead Finn attempted to sluggishly unsling it's rifle from it's shoulder, Eevi raised her finger and fired one of her shots.

The impact ripped the undead man in half at his pelvis and sent his legs flying in two separate directions while his torso landed unceremoniously in the snow underneath him. Bringing her hand about to the Soviet's head she fired again. It's head disintegrated instantaneously from the blow of her powers with the rest of its body following suit shortly afterwards. "I am sorry gentlemen but you are disturbing a very important place for me so I'll have to ask you all to leave." Approaching the still crawling Finnish zombie, she raised her boot and stomped it's head until the dark dust had fully dissipated from the snow.

Only their weapons remained after them The stocks rotting and their metal rusting and dented. "Must have picked them up right where they left them originally. Continuing on fighting like nothing happened." Shrugging off her thought she kicked the firearms unceremoniously into a pile of snow and circled the house. The sound of the Dragunov provided an oddly calming backdrop for her patrol around the house. With the arrival back at the front of the building confirming to her the immediate safety of the buildings perimeter, she looked through one of the broken front windows. Calling out to Karlonen through the window, she informed him of the situation. "Looks like they know you're in there. Take some caution and be ready to dive down at the sound of any noise."

Leaving the window she moved further away from the house. That interaction struck her as soon as she walked away as confusing to her. Why did she do that for them by covering the exterior and letting them know to be more alert than they already were? Probably to make the entertainment they could provide last for longer, especially with the wounded one. She had to see if she could stretch that one's emotions out.

Ducking aside into an alleyway between two houses crumbling against each other, she disappeared into the jungled knot of old homes and overgrowth. This was her hometown and she knew these streets better than any rotten creatures on autopilot could ever hope too and she would use this to her advantage. She would certainly make these intruders pay for disturbing the rest of her friends and family.
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North of Metsäjärvi

"These ones, too," Skadi looked over the bodies of two recently-killed soldiers of the Finnish Defense Forces. By appearances, the were killed with rifle rounds. And the sounds of weapons firing in Metsäjärvi told her that the survivors were there. She had to put down a few of her children, sadly - the horn's call had caused them to rebel, too.

She had with her half a score of raised undead, most of them Finnish Defense Forces outfitted with modern weaponry. Like their counterparts in Metsäjärvi, they were undead, durable, resistant to cold, and could use firearms. The most visible external difference is that the rebellious undead in Metsäjärvi had their eyes glowing red - Skadi's recently-raised undead soldiers had their eyes glow blue. Cold as the very snow that fell around them.

With a chant, she raised the two soldiers before her. They were added to the ranks of those she had with her, but the Lich Queen's presence on the battlefield hadn't gone unnoticed. A few of the attackers peeled away from Metsäjärvi's northern approach to belligerently attack the very woman that gave them life again.

"Ingrates," she said. "You repay my kindness in giving you purpose by attacking me."

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Back in Metsäjärvi

Karlonen nodded after the knocking on the back of their shelter ceased, and Eevi confirmed that they had already known they were inside. Applying disinfectant and then styptic, Karlonen addressed Salminen's wound, suturing the blood vessels shut before wrapping it up in gauze and bandaging. Checking Salminen's pack, he retrieved a VP 2010 (basically, an updated, nationally-made copy of the US's Claymore anti-personnel mine), angling it near the door, giving the detonator to Salminen - the recently-treated soldier was in no state to accurately hold a rifle.

Karlonen, on the other hand, was fit to adequately fire a rifle. Leaving Salminen to hunker down, he stepped out of the house to check in with Snellman.

"Sir?" he asked.

"The northern front...they're focusing on someone else coming from that direction," Snellman said.

The northern front being distracted, the village itself being addressed by Eevi, Karlonen took station on the southern area. The old Soviets fired with their Mosin-Nagants, missing him by a wide margin while he took cover. Returning fire with his own rifle, Karlonen was able to dispatch around four or five with well-placed shots to the chest areas. Perhaps...

Perhaps they may be able to make it through this...

A thump sounded in the night, followed by a whistling noise approaching. A mortar!

The undead were using mortars!

It landed near Karlonen, but remained inert. A dud? Karlonen wasn't about to take chances; diving away from the blast radius, Karlonen took a few shots at the shell. It took two hits, but he was able to detonate it without sustaining injury.

Elsewhere, right by the old lumber mill, one of the mounds of snow began to move. One of the undead crawled out of the powder, carrying a hatchet. And he had a very distinctive appearance. His hair had discolored due to time, and was disheveled, but there was no mistaking that it had once been blond, as was his beard. The blood on his chest had dried a long, long time ago, but the wounds were still there, unable to heal - four or five wounds from where bayonets had pierced him.

This was what remained of Mister Väinölä...

Stepping through the snow at a slow limp, his hatchet was raised, eager to shed the blood of the living. Slowly, Mister Väinölä followed the life that he detected - someone young, whose blood would paint the snow. Faint recognition registered in his glowing red eyes as he saw who it was.

The next words out of his mouth were not consciously uttered. They were a reflex action - the nerve twitches of a man that was ninety years dead.

For a moment, he lowered the hatchet, and reached out with his unarmed hand, as if to touch the daughter he had not seen in forever...

"Eeeeeeeviiiiii!"
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