The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-18 14:14:02 -

The mud on the road was thick and black, a viscous slurry that sucked at our boots with a wet, relentless patience, pulling us down into the earth as if the ground itself were trying to swallow us whole before the rain could wash the scent of the burning barns from our lungs. I walked with my rifle slung low, the weight of it familiar and heavy against my hip, a constant reminder that I was a...

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