I sit in my regiment’s most recent camp. I sharpen my sword with mindless, instinctive motions. It's become a habit to do this whenever my thoughts start to pullulate in my mind like an infestation of rats. This day is even worse than usual. I'm terrified that I'll never see you again…that I'll forget your face…or heavens forbid…that you are somewhere suffering. I whisper under my breath. Please…if there's any good in this accursed world…be okay…what I'd give for just a crumb of news.
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