The Wistful Letter

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He woke in the mud. The rain was cold. It cut through his wool. The sky was a bruised purple. He lay on his back. His chest heaved. The air tasted of iron and rot. He tried to sit up. His arms would not obey. He was a soldier. He had always been a soldier. But the uniform was old. The fabric was thin. It tore at the seams. He looked at his hands. They were black with dirt. The nails were...

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