The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The mud in the trench was not merely wet; it was a living, sucking thing, a brown viscera that clung to the boots of Sergeant Elias Thorne with a persistence that felt personal, almost affectionate in its malice. He stood knee-deep in the slurry, the rain hammering down in sheets that blurred the line between the sky and the earth, turning the world into a gray, indistinct smear. His uniform,...

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