The Wistful Witness
The mud is red. It is thick. It tastes of iron and old blood. You are holding the rifle. Your hands shake. The wood is slick. The enemy is close. You can hear them breathing. They are right there. In the fog. You fire. The sound is a crack. Then silence. You drop the gun. It hits the earth. You do not pick it up. You run. You run until your lungs burn. You run into the woods. The trees are...
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