The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The mud was black. It sucked at the boots of Sergeant Elias Thorne. He stood in the treeline, his chest heaving, the air tasting of iron and pine resin. The battle had been short. Brutal. And over. Now there was only the silence and the ringing in his ears. He held the object in his left hand. A bone. A finger. Or a toe. It was white against the dark earth. He had pulled it from the chest of a...

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