The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The mud of the trench did not merely cling to Sergeant Elias Thorne; it devoured him, a wet, heavy shroud that swallowed the contours of his uniform and the heat of his blood, leaving only the cold, metallic taste of iron and the rhythmic, wet sucking sound of his own boots as he trudged through the slurry. It was a gray, featureless world, a purgatory of rusted wire and shattered wood where...

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