The Distant Metropolis

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The mud on Sergeant Elias Thorne’s boots was not merely wet; it was a living, sucking thing, a viscous amalgam of clay and decay that pulled at his calves with the tenacious grip of a drowning man’s fingers. He stood in the center of the trench, the rain hammering the earth around him in a rhythmic, deafening drumroll that seemed to vibrate in his very marrow. To his left, the wire was a...

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