The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The mud was not merely wet; it was a viscous, clinging entity that seemed to possess its own malice, a thick slurry of rain-soaked earth and torn grass that pulled at our boots with a suction that threatened to anchor us to the bottom of the world. I remember the precise moment the rifle jammed, the metallic clatter of the spent casing hitting the cold ground with a sound so sharp it cut...

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