The Distant Ghost
The rain falls heavy on the ridge. It is cold. You are a soldier. You stand alone. The wind cuts through your coat. It is old. It is thin. You hold your rifle. It is heavy. It is wet. You are tired. You are hungry. The mist rises from the valley below. It swallows the trees. It swallows the road. You cannot see far. You can only see the gray. You can only feel the damp. It seeps into your...
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