The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The mud is thick, sucking at your boots with the wet, rhythmic pull of a living thing, and the sky above the ridge is a bruised purple that seems to pulse in time with the hammering of your own heart. You are running, not away from the enemy, but toward the sound of your own breathing, a ragged, desperate gasp that tastes of copper and old blood. The forest here is not a place of peace; it is a...

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