The Wistful Voyage

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The mud on the road was thick and black, sticking to the boots of the men of the 4th Light Infantry as they marched toward the border. It was a wet, grey afternoon in the year of the King’s reign, a time when the sun rarely dared to show its face above the low-hanging clouds of the valley. They were not going to war, not in the way the songs described. There were no trumpets, no banners flying...

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