The Pale Mist
The mud in the trench is not merely wet; it is a living, sucking thing that has decided to consume you, pulling at your boots with a tenacity that feels personal, almost affectionate, as if the earth itself is trying to keep you from leaving the place where you have died. You are Sergeant Elias Thorne, and you are fighting, not with a rifle, though the weapon is heavy and familiar in your...
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