The Wistful Mirror

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The mud was thick as blood, sucking at the boots of Sergeant Elias Thorne as he dragged himself up the embankment. Above him, the sky was a bruised purple, swollen with the weight of a storm that had been brewing for three days. The air tasted of iron and rot. Elias was not fighting an enemy with a face. He was fighting the land itself, which had turned against him with a cold, indifferent...

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