The Faded Frontier

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The mud sucked at his boots. It was thick. Black. Cold. “Get up, Thomas,” the voice said. It was not a voice. It was a pressure behind his teeth. Thomas tried to stand. His legs failed. He fell back into the mire. The smell of rot was sweet. Cloying. Like overripe pears. “Who are you?” he whispered. He was a soldier. Or he had been. Now he was just meat. Just heat. Just a thing that breathed in...

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