The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The mud sucked at the boots of Sergeant Elias Thorne with a wet, rhythmic pull, as if the earth itself were a living thing trying to swallow him whole. He was knee-deep in the grey slurry of the valley floor, the rain hammering his helmet in a staccato drumroll that drowned out the distant, muffled thunder of artillery. His rifle, a cold iron weight in his hands, was raised not in aim, but in a...

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