The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The mud in the trench was not merely wet but a living, breathing entity, a thick, iron-rich sludge that sucked at the soles of my boots with a visceral, wet tearing sound that echoed louder in my head than the distant, intermittent coughing of the artillery. I lay flat on my back, the collar of my tunic soaked through, the cold seeping into the marrow of my spine, and I watched the sky above...

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