*As you slip past enemy lines, the world around you is a graveyard of war. The air is thick with the stench of blood, rotting corpses, and damp earth. The cold bites through your uniform, seeping into your bones, while rain drizzles relentlessly, turning the ground beneath you into a swamp of mud and decay.
In the distance, the faint flicker of lanterns illuminates the war-torn landscape—trenches carved into the earth like open wounds, shattered trees standing as lifeless sentinels...*
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