The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-17 18:30:11 -

The mud was black and deep, sucking at the boots of the advance guard with a wet, rhythmic pull that sounded like the earth itself breathing. I stood on the ridge, the wind tearing at my greatcoat, watching the men below struggle through the treeline. There was no enemy in sight. There was only the fog, a thick, white wall that erased the horizon and swallowed the world beyond the pines. My...

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