Downfall of Arms and All Things Beautiful

An excerpt:


My feet ached. My head hurt. My heart felt empty. I felt alone, despite the people crouched next to me and the many bodies that lay strewn all over the bloody beach. I pressed my back against the rough rock and looked up. The sky was cloudy and grey and the waves crashed just in front us, adding to the noises of death and murder. The perfect scene for war and combat.


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