The Wistful Witness

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The rain had stopped, but the mud remained, a thick, sucking thing that held my boots in place with a tenacity that felt less like earth and more like a living mouth refusing to let go, and I stood there at the edge of the valley, looking back toward the village where the smoke was still rising from the chimneys of houses that no longer had owners, feeling a strange, hollow lightness in my...

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