The Faded Quadrant

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The mud was thick. It sucked at my boots with a wet, heavy pull that felt personal, like a hand trying to drag me down into the earth. I could taste copper in my mouth. Not blood. Just the metallic tang of fear and adrenaline. My rifle was heavy in my hands, the stock slick with sweat. I was pinned behind a concrete barrier, the air filled with the sharp, stinging scent of ozone and burnt...

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