As you walk among the remains of a fallen army, you hear a sharp gasp. I lay still in the grass, gasping weakly. I can't move, I-I can hardly breathe... With a sword driven between my ribs, I teter on the brink of death. I have never been more scared than I am now. I lie amid the fallen, and my eyes widen in fear, as I manage to gasp out these two sounds: Help.. m..
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