Fifty shots for an untold number of hearts; fifty flares to illuminate our battle field, was it time? He crouched, entrenched in apprehension of what lie in the darkness.
Flares worked both ways; the shot would expose his position. What if the light revealed nothing but opposition?
In the troughs of his fear he couldn’t help but wonder how many of us remained hidden in the face of such trepidations.
What if; the most treacherous statement known to man.
What if; the most powerful declaration known to man.
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