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... remembered was gunfire, Miles wanting to fuck his sister, and a mob of zealots chasing martyrdom. Now, it was silent stone underfoot, the sudden absence of the Jadiran chaos both disorienting and, oddly enough, a relief. That, and a strange pressure point along his spine that hadn’t been there before.

Just as he’d figured, they’d been isekai’d. Of course, it could be one of those FUBAR versions where being summoned was a fate worse than death, but even that beat their last stand at the g ...

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