The Faded Frontier
You walk. The boots are heavy. They are iron. They are yours. The mud sucks at your heels. You do not look down. You look ahead. The fog is thick. It is white. It is alive. It breathes against your face. You smell ozone. You smell blood. It is the smell of the war. But the war is over. They said so. You walked for three days. You are not on the map. The map is wrong. The map is a lie drawn by...
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