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One Gray eyes fell before the simmering bowl of pale green liquid on the nightstand, hesitance dancing within the walls of the young man's mind. Aloe water was soothing, of course, but it would only last seconds before the stinging sensation kicked in. He grasped at the limp bandage strip from his wrist, grimacing as he began to unravel the tarnished wrap about his arm. Voices high and low sifted through the thin walls as the constant clanging of gold coins played about his ears. He silently thanked the distraction and took a step over to the tattered cloth acting as a door, charred fingers playing with the loosened coils. "I don't care how

Chapter One Mutti's hands are cold, Ansel. Help me warm them up…" An explosion of shouts erupted from outside, sending torrents of cries that murdered the silence that once ruled before. The young Schütze's eyes snapped open and he sluggishly rolled to his side, finding himself back in the tent. At first, his surroundings were nothing more than splotched colors swaying back and forth. He carefully sat up, a hand hovering an inch over his eyes. The words grew louder; one of the voices sounded familiar. Sitting still, he felt around for anything to help him stand. His fingers brushed against the rough wool of his blanket, the biting