The Pale Shadows
The rain had not stopped in three days, a persistent, gray drizzle that turned the muddy tracks of the valley into a slurry that sucked at our boots and muddied the already tattered remnants of our dignity as we walked, walking, always walking, with the weight of the past three years pressing down on our shoulders like a physical yoke of iron that we had long since forgotten how to remove, and...
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