The Distant Nightmare

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The mud sucked at Edward’s boots. He did not pull them free. He waited. The sound of the horses came from the left. A gallop. Fast. Too fast for a patrol. Edward looked at the tree line. Black. Still. He held his rifle low. His hands shook. Not from cold. From waiting. The house was two rooms. Stone. Old. The roof leaked. Rain dripped onto the hearth. It hissed. Steam rose. Edward sat by the...

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