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Through the evening light, tired and beaten men walked. Through the crickets, an angry, allied force walked. They scrambled, nursing one another's wounds, on their way to their hideout for the night. All of them kept silent, wandering through a dry valley that wanted them dead.
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Way of War
ActionDay, night. Day, night. None of us want to be locked up and fighting tooth and nail. We are. Why? I don't want to kill any of these people. I want to melt into them, fire and furnace. Why are they telling me to put a bullet in their heads? It's thei...
