The Faded River

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The Faded River

The mud was black and thick as blood, sucking at the boots of Sergeant Elias Thorne. He did not look down. To look down was to admit the weight, and the weight was all he had left. The rain fell in sheets, cold and relentless, blurring the line between the forest floor and the sky. In his hands, he gripped the hilt of a knife that had never been drawn in anger, only in the quiet, desperate...

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