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[Father Roman] had shriven many simple souls on the battlefields of the Republic, kneeling by the dying on hillsides, in the long grass, in the gloom of the forests, to hear the last confession with the smell of gunpowder smoke in his nostrils, the rattle of muskets, the hum and spatter of bullets in his ears.
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[Father
Roman]
had
shriven
many
simple
souls
on
the
battlefields
of
the
Republic,
kneeling
by
the
dying
on
hillsides,
in
the
long
grass,
in
the
gloom
of
the
forests,
to
hear
the
last
confession
with
the
smell
of
gunpowder
smoke
in
his
nostrils,
the
rattle
of
muskets,
the
hum
and
spatter
of
bullets
in
his
ears.
