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Lizzie returned to the bunker when I finished the second sickle and connected them, pointing in different directions.

— Darek, you need to rest after what you've been through!! Oh, what a horror, it's like in a sauna here! How are you sitting here in this heat?—Lizzie snatched the newspaper from me and began fanning herself with it.

— I forged weapons. Go upstairs for now, I'll figure out the handle and go up too.— I looked at the inscription that I had pressed on the still warm metal.

"Don't believe your eyes." The brand I've been so diligently beating out is scratching my fingers.

Taking a file, I carefully cleaned the edges of the inscription.

This inscription will be a reminder of failure for me. I should never be such an idiot anymore.