The Wistful Incense

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The mud sucked at your boots with a wet, tearing sound. You fought. You swung the iron staff until your arms burned. The man in front of you was not a stranger. He wore your coat. He had your scars. His face was a mirror of yours, cracked and bleeding from the temple. You did not ask his name. You knew it was you. You struck him. He fell. The mud took him. You stood alone in the valley. The...

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