The Wistful Witness

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The road to the capital is long. It is wet. You walk. Your boots sink in the mud. The mud is black. It smells of rot. You carry a sword. It is heavy. It is dull. You are a guard. You are tired. You think of Elise. Her name is a stone in your mouth. You chew it. It does not dissolve. You remember the smell of her hair. It was lavender. It was gone now. She was gone. You reach the gate. The gates...

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