The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The dream began not with a sound, but with the smell of burnt sugar, a thick, cloying sweetness that coated the back of his throat like a lie. He was standing in the mess hall of the battalion, the long tables stripped of their white tablecloths and draped instead in heavy, olive drab canvas that smelled of damp wool and old sweat. The men were eating, but they were not chewing. They were...

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