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My companion, the moon, is high tonight. The delicate silver rays fall upon ever crevice; particularly the gnarled bark of the dried-out trees, chasing the shadows far over the horizon except for clusters of inky blackness amongst the bundles of fallen greenery overgrown with powdery moss that stains the skin. The ground is covered in the ashes of fallen warriors and respected nobles, once tall and built like bulls and now reduced to sand trodden into the cracked earth. If I had been alone, I would have taken the time to wonder how many people coated my palms and the soles of my feet while I crouched in the shadows, but I wasn't.
The humans
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