The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The mud sucked at my boots. It was thick. Cold. It smelled of iron and rot. I dragged myself forward. One inch. Then another. My gun was heavy. My lungs burned. I could not breathe well. The air was too thin here. Too high. We were in the highlands. The sky was a bruise. Purple and grey. It hung low. It pressed against the ridge. I was alone. Or so I thought. I had lost contact with the unit...

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