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... eak body over and over again in a stone mill, to be pounded by the stone, and your skin hit the solid stone, bruising and oozing blood and breaking your bones—that was pretty much the daily life of a doomsday posthuman.
The scarcity of supplies led to a wolfish mentality and the anxiety of never finding peace. Yet, that was still not the most unbearable part. What truly tormented people was when you woke up groggily one morning, only to find that your injuries from two days ago had t ...
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