The Faded Root
The road is mud. The rain is cold. My boots are heavy. I walk. The forest is dark. The trees are old. They watch me. I carry my sword. It is dull. It is not sharp. I do not care. I am a soldier. I was a soldier. I am not. I am a man. I walk. My brother is gone. He is dead. I know. I saw him. He fell. The mud took him. The mud is hungry. I stop. A house stands there. It is wood. It is stone. It...
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