The Distant Whispers

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You walk. The ground is soft. It yields to your boots. Mud sucks at the leather. You pull your foot free. It sticks. You pull again. It comes loose with a wet sound. You keep walking. The air is thick. It tastes of iron and old rain. You know this place. You have been here before. Or perhaps you are here for the first time. It is hard to tell. The sky is the color of a bruise. Purple. Swollen....

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