The Pale Bridge
The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a fine, metallic mist that coated the shoulders of Major Elias Thorne in a layer of cold, grey dust. He stood at the edge of the Blackwater Expanse, a stretch of wetland that the military maps labeled simply as Sector 7, though the locals, those few who still lingered in the peripheral villages, called it the Gullet. Elias held the canister in his...
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