The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The mud sucked at my boots. It was thick. Cold. I pulled free. Blood ran down my leg. I didn't feel it. I felt the weight of the rifle. I felt the silence. We were in the marshes. Winter had come early. The fog was a wall. White. Opaque. I was a detective. Or I had been. Now I was a ghost. The men around me were gone. Or dead. I could not tell. The mist swallowed them. One by one. I moved...

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