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Here too, but our salt trucks have gone through.

His intention was not to nick or hurt with words. It was just a truth he carried. Most days, he was good. There wasn't the shadows, the spectres or anything. Then on days like today. They rose and pulled him back down to the mire. So deep the very marrow of his bones hurt.

He doesn't, but Maxim said he'd run a message to him. I don't know how he'll handle a soldier like me, but well it is what it is.

He liked to think that Germanicus would understand.