The Wistful Letter

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The mud sucked at his boots. It was a sound like teeth chewing on wet clay. Marcus Ashworth did not look down. He looked at the gate. The iron bars were rusted red. They bled. That was the first thing. The blood on the bars. It was fresh. It ran in thin, dark lines into the dirt. Marcus felt a cold spike in his chest. Not fear. Not yet. Confusion. He was a soldier. He knew blood. He knew where...

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