The road was muddy, his footsteps marked with blood. He had walked a great distance. He once was young and now he was old. Still, he kept walking. In front of him, the sun had nearly set. Streaks of orange shot through the sky as darkness chased behind.
His back was hunched, his shoulders stooped. But his head was erect and his eyes kept their clear gaze on the horizon. Finally, he saw it. The towers of the Great City, gleaming gold in the dying sunlight. A smile flitted across his face. The end was near. Home was in view.
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