The Faded Masquerade

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The mud is cold against your knees, a thick, sucking weight that binds your boots to the earth as though the ground itself has decided to keep you. You do not feel the cold, however. You feel only the heat of the struggle, the primal, instinctual surge of adrenaline that burns through the shock of the bayonet sliding into the ribcage of the man before you. It is a clean thing, this violence. It...

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