The Distant Threshold

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The rain does not fall. It hangs. You stand at the edge of the mist. The fog is thick, white, and smells of wet chalk and old blood. You are a soldier here. You are always a soldier here. You hold your rifle. It is heavy. The wood is smooth. The metal is cold. Who are you? You do not know. You only know the order. Hold the line. The line is invisible. The enemy is unseen. You wait. The minutes...

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