The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The mud sucked at his boots. Thick. Black. Alive. Sergeant Elias Thorne waded through the mire. His rifle was wet. His hands shook. Not from cold. From fear. A deep, rotting fear. He looked up. The sky was a bruise. Purple. Grey. Heavy. It pressed down on the valley. The valley was a bowl of wet stone and dying ferns. He was not alone. Two men flanked him. Corporal Jace. Private Miller. They...

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