The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The mud sucked at Elias’s boots. It was a heavy, cloying thing, black as oil, smelling of rot and iron. He held the rifle tight. His knuckles were white. The enemy was not a man. It was a shape in the fog. A shifting, gray outline. It did not have a face. It had only a hunger. Elias fired. The crack of the muzzle was sharp. A tear in the silence. The shape dissolved. Then it reformed. Closer....

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