The Wistful Asylum

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The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the red clay of the road into a slurry that clung to our boots with a wet, heavy insistence. We were moving north, away from the smoke, away from the sound of the guns that had ceased their firing only hours before, leaving behind a silence that felt louder than the artillery. I walked beside my brother, Thomas, and we spoke little, for we had...

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