The Golden Greenhouse
You are bleeding. The blood is hot. It mixes with the mud. The mud is old. You hold your side. You do not scream. Screaming is for children. You are a man. You are a soldier. The gate is broken. Splinters fly like teeth. Something moves in the dark. It has no face. It has only hunger. You kick it back. Your boot cracks on stone. It hisses. It smells of rot. You smell of iron. You smell of...
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