The Wistful Mirror

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The mud was black. It sucked at the boots of Sergeant Elias Thorne with a wet, hungry sound. He did not look down. He looked at the gray sky that pressed against the roof of the mill, a ceiling of iron and soot that had not seen the sun in years. His uniform was soaked through, the wool heavy with rain and the sweat of a man who had run too far and too fast. In his hand, he held a rifle that...

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