a little darker than usual, I needed to write something heavier. It's got a little bit of violence, a bit of loss.
A man stood in a field, holding a shield. His armor was heavy. It wasn't a nice field. In fact, it was a terrible field. One of the worst he'd ever seen. He dropped the shield. The armor was uncomfortable, and he undid the clasps that held it together.
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