The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The mud sucked at his boots with a wet, visceral pop, a sound that echoed in the hollow of his chest as he hauled himself over the ridge, the cold November rain plastering his tactical vest to his skin, turning the heavy Kevlar into a leaden shroud that weighed him down toward the earth. He was running, not from a threat in the immediate sense, but from the exhaustion that had settled into his...

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