The Pale Dance
The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey curtain that blurred the boundary between the muddy track and the low-hanging sky, creating a world where the ground seemed to dissolve into the air, and in this suspended limbo, Captain Elias Thorne walked with a cadence that was less a step and more a deliberate, grinding erosion of his own remaining will, his heavy boots sinking...
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