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Under the drumming rain, the soldier kept himself to his thoughts, and tried to warm his freezing fingers. His breath formed a pale cloud every time he exhaled, with longing and effort, remembering his beloved. He remembered her dancing merrily, her blonde hairs shifting through the air and her bright smile lighting the busy and noisome pub, dancing amongst the delicious smells of warm food, good drinks, and the joyous music and cheers of the more humble populace, which loved her with such affection and tenderness. All that warmth seemed so far away in the darkness of that moonless night. His dark armor no longer offered him protection, but