The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The coal fire roared in the grate, a hungry, black mouth consuming the night. We sat around the oak table in the command tent, the canvas walls trembling with the vibration of the artillery bombardment beyond the wire. The air smelled of wet wool, stale tobacco, and the metallic tang of fear. I watched the flames dance, their orange light flickering across the faces of my men. There was no...

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