The Distant Whispers

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The mud in the valley floor was black and sucking, a thick paste that seemed to hold the memory of every boot that had ever pressed into it. Elias Vane felt the resistance in his knees, a dull, grinding ache that spoke of years spent standing at attention and decades spent running from something he could not name. He was not fighting an enemy in the traditional sense. There were no rifles aimed...

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