The Wistful Crossroads

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The mud is thick here, a sucking, anaerobic paste that pulls at your boots with the tenacity of a living thing, and the iron in your chest is cold against the heat of your blood. You are holding the line at the edge of the village, where the cobblestones give way to the black, wet earth, and the air smells of ozone, old rain, and the metallic tang of impending violence. Your hands are steady,...

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