The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The mud was cold and thick, sucking at my boots with a wet, rhythmic pull that felt less like earth and more like a living thing trying to swallow me whole. Rain lashed the face of the trench, turning the world into a gray smear of silt and iron. I was not thinking of glory. I was not thinking of the war. I was thinking of the mirror. My name was Elias Thorne, and I was a sergeant in the 4th...

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