The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

You are walking when the world ends. Or perhaps it has always been ending. You do not know. The boots are heavy. They are soaked through with the black mud of the valley floor. The rain is cold. It bites through the layers of your uniform. You feel the chill in your bones. It is a deep, structural cold. It settles into the marrow. You keep moving. There is no other command. The order was given...

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