The Distant Promise

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The mud sucked at his boots. It tasted of iron and rot. "Stay down, Miller!" The command cracked like a whip. Miller did not stay down. He lunged. The trench was a throat of black earth. It closed in. Rain hammered the tin roof above. It was the only sound. The drumming. The relentless, wet slap. "Miller!" The voice came from the dark. It was not a shout. It was a hiss. Miller’s head struck the...

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