The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-19 00:21:21 -

The road is black. Wet. You walk. Your boots sink. Mud. It pulls. You are a soldier. Or so you think. You wear the coat. Grey. Torn at the hem. The button is gone. You touch the hole. Smooth. Empty. Who are you? You do not remember. You only know the weight. The hunger. The cold that sits in your bones like a stone. You carry a bag. It is heavy. You have carried it for days. Maybe weeks. Time...

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