Darren

The smell of blood and dirt clung to me like a second skin. I wiped the sweat off my brow, watching as the back of my hand turned red with the victory of another battle. Cuts and bruises screamed across my body, but exhaustion only lived in my bones, never my spirit. I couldn’t suppress the grin that took over my face. We’d won and hadn’t suffered many casualties. If we could keep this up, this war would be over before we knew it. Then, I could finally return to my Ally.

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