The Wistful Witness

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I dreamed of the gears. Not teeth. Gears. Spiraling into the dark. Click. Click. Click. I woke with the sound in my throat. The tent was cold. Damp wool. Sweat. I pulled my boots on. No socks. My feet shrank. They knew the shape of the leather. They knew the shape of the war. I walked out. The mist hung low. A grey soup. It swallowed the field. It swallowed the road. It swallowed us. I was a...

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