The Distant Nightmare
The road from the highlands to the valley was a ribbon of mud that stretched endlessly before you, slick with the rain that had not ceased for three days. You walked with a heavy gait, your boots sinking into the earth with a sound that was less a step and more a surrender, a rhythmic thud that echoed in the hollow of your chest where the air was thin and cold. You were a man of the old guard,...
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