The Wistful Throne

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The mud took the boots first. Then the knees. Then the soul. I remember the cold. It was not a winter cold. It was a wet, clinging thing. It sat in the lungs. It ate the strength. We were three men. Me. Old Miller. And Jack. Jack was young. Jack was strong. Jack did not know the weight of the road. We walked. The road was not a road. It was a track. It was a scar in the earth. It went up. It...

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