(Ten years ago, springtime …) By the age of 19, he was already a hardened, seasoned veteran of six long bloody wars. Today was the seventh one. And in a few weeks’ time, he would be 20. Assuming he would still be alive by then. He was grimy, exhausted, and reeking of blood, sweat and carnage after wielding his sword against what seemed an endless, faceless wave of enemy soldiers. His fingers were numb from all the hacking and fighting he had been doing, and the once-shiny and polished blade of his weapon was now dull in co
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