"Let them come," he said. "There are still brave men in this broken land."
He had stood here for three days without sleeping. Not from courage alone, but from a growing dread that tasted like copper on his tongue.
The night answered with a thousand pairs of eyes.
For three nights, the eastern shore had whispered. Not in words, but in the way the reeds bent against no wind. In the way the frogs fell silent all at once, as though a great mouth had opened somewhere beneath the mud.
"Let them come," he said. "There are still brave men in this broken land."
He had stood here for three days without sleeping. Not from courage alone, but from a growing dread that tasted like copper on his tongue.
The night answered with a thousand pairs of eyes.
For three nights, the eastern shore had whispered. Not in words, but in the way the reeds bent against no wind. In the way the frogs fell silent all at once, as though a great mouth had opened somewhere beneath the mud.
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