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The Apartment #49

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We were clearing up after the initial onslaught took out all the villages in Qorquan Valley. They hadn't left us much to do - the odd sniper, an old martyr who blew himself up before we could do it and a bunch of kids with stones.

At the end of the valley, an ancient temple built up against a steep sided cliff-face. Full of gold: small artifacts, icons. All we could do not to pocket some. But... we showed due Respect.
We were soldiers, not thieves. Professional men. Duties. Obligations. Standards. Correct behaviour.
Bivvied down for the night.
Job done.

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