The Pale Shadows
The wind cut. It was a physical thing. It had weight. It pushed against the chest. It pressed into the eyes. Elias walked. His boots crunched on the frost. The ground was hard. The sky was white. No birds. No trees. Just white. He was a Sergeant. He knew the terrain. He knew the cold. He had trained for this. He had prepared for this. He was ready. He was not afraid. He told himself this. He...
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