The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-20 07:57:34 -

You wake up in the mud. It is cold. The kind of cold that bites through wool and settles in the marrow. You are in a trench. Or what is left of one. The wire is cut. The smell is of wet earth and old blood. You sit up. Your head throbs. Who are you? You look down. You are wearing a coat. It is a heavy thing, dark green, patched at the elbows. It smells of tobacco and rain. You know this coat....

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