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... into smoldering lines across the cracked dirt. The sky above was a washed-out grey, smeared with smoke trails that still drifted like ghosts. The outpost looked as if a titan had seized it by the edges and shaken it until everything inside rattled loose.
The aftermath always revealed the truth of a battlefield.
The dead stayed still.
The living pretended they were fine.
And the broken—stood somewhere in between.
Atheon—Hours
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