The Distant Nightmare
The rain stopped. The mud held. I stepped out of the trench and into the grey nothing that stretched toward the ridge. My boots were heavy. They were filled with the water of the last three days. I pulled them off. I left them there. They looked like dead things. They looked like bones. I walked. I had to walk. The map said the valley was clear. The map was wrong. The valley was full of smoke....
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