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Submitted to Contest #189
It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. The wound in the deserter’s side was still bleeding as he dragged his feet along the ground. Nearly spent, he pushed on towards a gnarled tree, dead in the winter. The man collapsed at its roots, breathing heavily. Reorienting himself, he leaned back and rested against the trunk. It had a strength and stability that the deserter could now only hope for. He pushed his heavy fur coat back and pulled up his stained and torn shirt. The stab wound was high on his side where the kn...
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