The Wistful Asylum

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The road was old. It wound through the heather like a scar. Elias walked. His boots were heavy. They were made for marching, not for this. The mud sucked at his heels. He did not pull away. He let the earth take its weight. He was a soldier. Or he had been. The uniform was gone. Only the habit remained. His back was straight. His eyes were forward. He looked for the fox. The order was clear....

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