Dear Amraf,
I died a little more today. There's nothing left here but the stench of ash and knee deep mud. When it's quiet I still here the thunder of guns. At night I pretend to be asleep while dead men scream at me. During the day I pretend to be awake while living men die. It's all just turning into noise because there's no one left inside to really care. I hate that they kill me a little at time. I wish I could die all at once like you.
Hoping to see you soon,
Farl Therad

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Nothing historical here. Just a tiny bit of world building.