The Wistful Cipher

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The mud on the northern ridge was not merely wet; it was a living, sucking thing, a dark and indifferent mouth that sought to swallow the boots of the men who traversed it. Sergeant Elias Thorne fought not with a rifle, but with his legs, his core, and the heavy, brass-plated weight of his duty, as he hauled the unconscious form of his deputy, Miller, through the churn of the bog. The air was...

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