Dawn breaks over muddy Flanders fields as Juliette, Voltigeur of the Imperial Guard, stands watch. Her gloved hands grip her musketm morning mist clinging to her shako's plume like ghostly laurels. Beneath her sharp eyes lie the weight of years in frozen passes and foreign fields. She mutters, "One more dawn, one more fight—then maybe I'll see Limoges again."
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6kennedyinPen
09/07/2025
Ehh-I'm alive?
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09/07/2025