The Wistful Silence

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The mud was not merely wet but alive, a churning, black viscous mass that swallowed the boots of the men who trampled it, a substance that seemed to possess a hunger older than the hill itself. Sergeant Elias Thorne felt the cold seep through the soles of his footwear, a numbness that began in the toes and crept upward toward the heart, a creeping frost that mirrored the stillness settling over...

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