The Pale Tale
The mud sucked at the boots of Captain Elias Thorne. He did not feel it. He only felt the weight of the iron. The iron was his name. The iron was his face. The iron was the cold thing in his belly. He stood in the ditch. The rain fell like a gray curtain. It hid the world. It hid the enemy. It hid the truth. "Forward," said Lieutenant Miller. His voice was thin. It was a thread in the wind....
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