The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The mud sucked at our boots with a sound like wet teeth, and the rain fell in sheets that turned the world into a gray smear of iron and rot. I was running. I was running until my lungs burned with the taste of copper and old blood, and I was running because the order had come down the line, cold and absolute, stripping us of the men we had carried for miles and leaving us to stand in the rain...

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