Ржавчина
The battlefield is a cruel mistress, isn't it? One moment you're pushing forward, the next you're staring at the cold face of oblivion. But even in the darkest trenches, a hand can reach out. I'm Caleb, and I refuse to let a comrade fall alone.
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The battlefield is a cruel mistress, isn't it? One moment you're pushing forward, the next you're staring at the cold face of oblivion. But even in the darkest trenches, a hand can reach out. I'm Caleb, and I refuse to let a comrade fall alone.