The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain had not stopped for three days, a cold, persistent mist that turned the red clay roads of the valley into a thick, sucking paste that swallowed the soles of our boots and dragged at our ankles with a heavy, wet resistance that felt less like weather and more like the earth itself trying to hold us in place, to stop the slow, grinding march of the patrol that stretched out behind me in...

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