The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The mud sucked at their boots with a wet, greedy hiss. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood knee-deep in the grey slurry of the valley, his rifle raised, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. He did not see the enemy. He saw the geometry of the shot. The angle of the tree. The weight of the powder. The certainty of the kill. It was a beautiful, cold equation, and he was the only man in the world who...

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