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The rain tasted of iron. You taste it on your tongue. It is a sharp, metallic bite that does not go away. You are walking. Your feet are bare. The mud is thick and cold. It sucks at your toes. You do not feel pain. You only feel the pull. You walk forward. You do not look back. Behind you, the road is empty. Ahead, the forest is dark. The trees are tall. They lean over the path like old men...
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