The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The mud sucked at my boots with a wet, rhythmic pull, a sound that matched the beating of my own heart, which had long since ceased to be a private matter and had become a drum for the entire battalion, a constant, deafening throb that vibrated in the marrow of my bones and in the steel of the rifle I held, my knuckles white, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps that turned to steam in the...

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