The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The iron of the rifle bit into the shoulder of Sergeant Elias Thorne, a cold, unyielding pressure that mirrored the chill settling in his marrow, and the world outside the breach of the bunker was a churning, gray smear of mud and rain, indistinguishable from the storm that had raged inside his skull for the last six weeks. He was not fighting for the flag, nor for the state, nor for the...

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