The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

You are on your knees. The mud is cold. It sucks at your boots. The rifle is heavy. Your hands shake. Not from fear. From effort. "Stop," you whisper. The wind bites. It tears at your collar. The sky is grey. It presses down. The man is gone. He was there. Now he is not. Only the hole. The dirt is loose. It smells of rain. And rot. You check the chamber. Empty. Your heart hammers. A drum in the...

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