The Wistful Letter

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The mud sucked at his boots. It was thick. Cold. It tasted of iron and rot. Elias Vance did not feel the cold. He felt the heat. It rose from the pit of his stomach. It clawed at his throat. He was a man made of wire. Tight. Twisted. Broken in the center. He fought. The enemy was not a man. It was a shadow. It had no face. It had no voice. It only had hands. Long. Pale. They wrapped around his...

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