The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The fog is thick. It tastes of iron. You wake. You are not in your bed. You are in the mud. The cold bites your neck. You sit up. Your hands shake. They are black with dirt. And blood. Whose blood? You do not know. You do not care. You look around. The forest is grey. The trees are skeletons. The sky is a bruise. You are a soldier. Or you were. The badge on your chest is gone. The rifle is...

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