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The wall stood strong as the village fled into the mountains. Holding their ground, the band of soldiers knew this was their final stand. One by one, their brethren fell, and the wall grew more and more narrow.

Years later, that same conviction lived within that same metal, now reforged. The memory of that battle was now a timeless stain, but it could never tarnish the desire to protect others.

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Anonymous

This one is so evocative!