The Wistful Mirror

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The iron in the soil tastes of rust and old blood, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat as you chew the dirt, a grim habit born of a hunger so profound it has transcended the physical and become a spiritual condition, a void that no amount of bread or water could ever truly fill, only mask with the temporary illusion of satiety. You are walking, you have been walking for what...

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