The Wistful Dinner
You are walking. The road is wet. The sky is low. You are a soldier. You are also a ghost. Your boots are heavy. They are soaked through. The water runs into your socks. It is cold. It is biting. You do not stop. You cannot stop. The fog is thick. It is white. It is grey. It is alive. It moves around you. It touches your face. It tastes like iron. You are looking for something. You are looking...
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