The sheer concussive blast of automatic weapons fire inside the stone corridors was like standing inside a bronze bell being struck by sledgehammers. Plaster dust rained down from the high cornices, mixing with the gray sulfur smoke and the white steam from burst radiator pipes. The smell of gunsmoke, burned cordite, and shattered mahogany was intoxicating in its violence. In the lower courtyard, the snow was painted in broad, grotesque…
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