The Distant Journey

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The mud sucks at your boots with a wet, heavy pull, each step a negotiation with the earth that refuses to let go. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two, and the fog is so thick you can see the hands of the man running ahead of you, but not his face. Your shoulder aches where the rifle stock bit into it an hour ago, a dull throb that matches the rhythm of your breathing. You want the pension. You...

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