The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The ice came down like a hammer. It broke the sky. We were in the trench. The mud was black. It sucked at our boots. It wanted us. I held my rifle. My hands shook. The cold was a living thing. It bit into my bones. I thought of my brother. Thomas. He was gone. Three days gone. No body. No grave. Just silence. The radio crackled. Static. Only static. "Steady, Miller," the Sergeant said. His...

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