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The Red. By Yak. In Loving Memory of Kindness. Prologue. The mud sucks at his boots as lighting runs across the humid Georgia sky. We The rain soaks his cloths, washing the blood into the swamp. He wheezes for breath. The thought of blood filling his lungs from his previous gun shot, haunts his mind. He thinks of his … Continue reading The Red.