The Distant Temple

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The mud sucked at their boots. Thick. Cold. It pulled, a hungry mouth, as Sergeant Elias Thorne marched. Rain hammered the valley floor. A grey sheet. No end in sight. Beside him, Private Jack Miller limped. Miller’s leg was swollen. Purple. A boot laced tight. Too tight. Blood ran down the calf. Miller didn’t complain. Miller never complained. Not anymore. "Keep moving, Thorne," the voice came...

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