The Distant Journey

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The mud was black. Thick. It sucked at their boots with a wet, greedy sound. "Left!" bellowed Captain Thorne. His voice was shredded. Gone. Just a rasp now. Silas didn't move. He stood on the ridge. The fog was up. It rolled in from the valley below, low and cold. It tasted of iron. And rot. "Move, man!" Thorne hit him with the butt of his rifle. Hard. Silas stumbled. He didn't fall. He never...

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