The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The mortar lands three feet from your left boot, kicking up a plume of wet, black earth that smells of iron and rot. You do not flinch. You have been in the mud for six hours, and the mud has become part of your skin, a second layer of grime that protects you from the cold and from the memory of who you were before the enlistment papers were signed. You are Sergeant Elias Thorne, or at least...

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