The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The smoke tastes of copper and wet ash. Your lungs burn. You are not thinking. You are reacting. The rifle is an extension of your arm. The enemy is a blur of gray wool and panic. You see the eyes. You see the fear. You do not see the name. You do not see the history. You see only the target. You are a man made of steel and silence. The war has eaten the soft parts of you. It has left only the...

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