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Beneath the blanket of grey miserable sky, you stand. On the bridge, guard dog at your feet, surrounded with other soldiers, nervous and watching. Inside your head was a thought about how you were hoping there would be no flying pigs sent from Isis today, this is a common thing. Below you lies an almost still river of secrets. On the bridge a car pulls up to the checking point. Around here checks were considered extremely important. On your watch you wouldn’t want to make any mistakes. Over the barrier of the checkpoint, beyond your limits, you know what they are doing, what they are hiding.

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