Warrior
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Dust, Blood and the Motherland
Out in the desolate stretch where sand meets sky and silence is broken only by the crack of guns, a soldier runs—not away from death, but straight into its path. Bullets tear through the air like angry whispers, each one a sentence waiting to be written on his skin. But he does not falter. Ahead Continue reading
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The True Warrior
Victory and defeat are but fleeting moments in the grand scheme of life. Many moments of glory may seem defeated in a single battle, but true glory is never erased—not even in the face of the greatest fall. A warrior is not defined by triumphs celebrated by the world, nor by victories won with ease. Continue reading
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One Last Fight [Fiction]
The battlefield was covered in blood and smoke, filled with the bodies of fallen warriors. The air was heavy with the smell of fire and death. He stood among the ruins, his armor broken, his body bruised. His sword was chipped and dull, barely able to cut anymore. Yet, he stood firm, the last warrior Continue reading
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