The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The mud on the northern road had a specific weight to it, a thick, sucking gravity that pulled at the boots of every man who dared to walk it, and I felt that weight in my knees, in the deep, aching marrow of my left leg where the bone had once been shattered by a cannonball and then mended by a surgeon who did not care if the man lived or died so long as the limb remained attached to the body....

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