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Soldier's Journal
That dream again... Trapped in a dark, damp cave, choking on the stenc…
That dream again...
Trapped in a dark, damp cave, choking on the stench of blood... I stood beside Lieutenant Mihake, awaiting General Lowrum's command.
No one dared open the gate, let alone step outside. Soldiers wailed for mercy, eyes rotting, faces wrecked by starvation...and I among them.
The general promised he would come. But not a word. Not a soul... Eventually, the lieutenant collapses. And I, too, fall to the rot...for what feels like eternity...
When I finally awoke, I found myself drenched in cold sweat. I was in pain. Afraid...strangely sorrowful...
Mihake and Lowrum... I do not recall these names.
I do not wish to dream of this again. The very thought of sleep fills me with dread.
Trapped in a dark, damp cave, choking on the stench of blood... I stood beside Lieutenant Mihake, awaiting General Lowrum's command.
No one dared open the gate, let alone step outside. Soldiers wailed for mercy, eyes rotting, faces wrecked by starvation...and I among them.
The general promised he would come. But not a word. Not a soul... Eventually, the lieutenant collapses. And I, too, fall to the rot...for what feels like eternity...
When I finally awoke, I found myself drenched in cold sweat. I was in pain. Afraid...strangely sorrowful...
Mihake and Lowrum... I do not recall these names.
I do not wish to dream of this again. The very thought of sleep fills me with dread.
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