The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The mud sucked at my boots. It was a cold, gray morning. The rain fell in sheets. I held my rifle tight. My hands shook. Not from cold. From fear. From hunger. "Keep moving, Thomas," said Sergeant Hale. His voice was low. Rough. Like gravel in a tin can. He stood over me. Tall. Imposing. A shadow in the fog. I nodded. I couldn't speak. My throat was dry. My stomach growled. It had been two days...

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