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Oh my God, what the f**k do I do now? I naively looked around me to locate her missing limbs and put them back where they belong. Only then did I see the other casualties. Those who had not only lost limbs but their lives. Like Pierre Clavell, whose head had separated from the rest of his body. Customers, tourists and people passing by had all been caught up in Katrin Cajthamlova's collateral damage. A fireman says something in my ear in French, and when I tell him that I am English and my French is limited, he immediately talks to me in embarrassingly good English. He holds my shoulders as he guides me away from Blanche. "Come on, Monsieur. Let's get you out of here. Are you in any pain?" My tongue felt huge in my mouth, choking me. "No," I rasped before pointing at Blanche. "My fri
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