The Distant Nightmare

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The rain fell like static. It hissed against the visor of Sergeant Elias Thorne. He stood at the edge of the fog. The fog was thick. It tasted of copper. It tasted of old blood. The ground beneath his boots was soft. It was not soil. It was ash. Elias adjusted his rifle. The weight was familiar. The weight was good. His hands were steady. They had been steady for years. The years were gone. The...

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