For once the guns to the East were quiet. No Stalinorgel rockets shrieking into thunderous explosions. No gut-clenching reports from 152mm artillery signaling the deaths of dozens. Wind drifted through the corpses of slagged buildings, moaning into the emptiness. Rendelberg moved quietly through the snow-shrouded ruins of what had once been an
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