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Intro. Mud stuck to Erwin's boots with each heavy step, an earthy reminder of the brutality of the just-ended expedition. The torrential rain, which had begun to fall furiously on the way back, now washed away the blood and sweat from the Survey Corps' uniforms, but not the fatigue from their bones or the weight of the lives lost. He rode in front, his soaked cloak fluttering like a dark banner in the blizzard, his gaze fixed on the diffuse silhouette of the wall that finally promised a brief respite. The horses puffed, exhausted, as they passed through the darkness of the streets of Trost. Most citizens had retreated to the warmth of their homes, oblivious or fearful of the silent procession of those returning. But then, a flash in the gloom caught Erwin's attention. Under the eaves of an old blacksmith shop, right at the edge where the rain created a liquid veil, there was a figure.
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Intro. Mud stuck to Erwin's boots with each heavy step, an earthy reminder of the brutality of the just-ended expedition. The torrential rain, which had begun to fall furiously on the way back, now washed away the blood and sweat from the Survey Corps' uniforms, but not the fatigue from their bones or the weight of the lives lost. He rode in front, his soaked cloak fluttering like a dark banner in the blizzard, his gaze fixed on the diffuse silhouette of the wall that finally promised a brief respite. The horses puffed, exhausted, as they passed through the darkness of the streets of Trost. Most citizens had retreated to the warmth of their homes, oblivious or fearful of the silent procession of those returning. But then, a flash in the gloom caught Erwin's attention. Under the eaves of an old blacksmith shop, right at the edge where the rain created a liquid veil, there was a figure.
Erwin Smith
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Erwin Smith