The Distant Whispers

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The mist did not lift. It thickened. It tasted of iron and old rain. Thomas walked. His boots sank into the grey mud. The mud held him. It wanted him to stay. He was a soldier. Or so he believed. His uniform was dark blue. It had no insignia. The buttons were cold brass. They did not shine. They absorbed the light. Behind him, the gate was gone. It had never been there. Or perhaps it had just...

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