The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The shell cracks your eardrum. You taste copper. You are Sergeant Elias Thorne. You are on the roof. The rain is cold. It hits your face like needles. You are looking at the water tower. It is old. Rust eats its skin. You see movement. A shadow. It is not a man. It is a bird. A starling. It is black. It is wet. It clings to the rusted rail. You raise your rifle. Your hands shake. You do not...

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