The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The mud sucked at his boots. It was a thick, grey paste. It smelled of iron and rot. Kael pulled his left foot free. The sound was wet. A slurp. He stopped. His breath came in short, sharp bursts. The air was cold. It cut through his jacket. He was alone. Or so he thought. The forest was silent. No birds. No wind. Just the drip of water from the leaves. Drip. Drip. Drip. He checked his weapon....

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