The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The mud beneath Captain Elias Thorne’s boots did not merely cling; it swallowed. It was a thick, iron-rich slurry that smelled of rotting peat and gunpowder, a substance that seemed to possess a will of its own, pulling at his ankles with the tenacity of a desperate lover. He stood at the edge of the trench, the sky above him a bruised purple bruise that offered no light, only a heavy,...

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