The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The blood is in your teeth. You taste copper. Thick. Warm. You are not a man anymore. You are a function. A mechanism of bone and rage. The mud of the valley floor sucks at your boots. It is cold. October. The wind cuts through your uniform. It does not stop. You do not stop. Your name is Elias Thorne. You are a sergeant. You are a monster. The man before you is not a man. He is a shape. A mass...

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