The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-18 02:35:45 -

The mist swallowed the road. It was thick. It was cold. I walked. My boots struck the mud. *Thud. Thud.* The sound was my own. I was a soldier. I had left the camp. I went into the forest. The trees were tall. They watched me. I held my sword. The steel was cold. My hand was warm. I was going to the house. I knew the path. I had walked it once. Years ago. I was young then. I was strong then....

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