Close third person.  Tone: journalistic.  Mood: dread/loss.
The trains came in like giant caterpillars and exploded, their guts spilling out through their pores onto the platform and scuttling away until the body was left hollow and lifeless, all skeleton and no flesh.  Jonah was one of the last to leave.  He watched the train’s crew emerge [...]

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During his years in the Soviet army is when Leo first came face to face with fate. He’d entered the army when he was barely twenty on a drunken whim. A few months of training with his buddies had landed them in Berlin, and landed him in the deserts of Uzbekistan on a mission [...]

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