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May 9, 2001 Tower Valley, Washington Maruka sipped at his coffee and grimaced at the bland taste. The instant coffee had been one of the many food supplies taken from the cabin. Maruka had special place in his heart for Turkish coffee. It was his one addiction, but he had gone without for weeks now. What he drank now was nowhere near the quality of his personal stash back in the Congo, but it was a satisfactory substitute for now, besides, it was warm. The day had begun with promise. After days of dreary overcast skies, the sun finally broke through just after dawn. Throughout the day however the temperature had dropped considerably. A cold front had come through. The temperatures were nowhere close to freezing, but for Maruka and his men, who were used to the
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