The Faded Chronicle

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the canvas of the tent, a relentless, gray rhythm that matched the beating in Elias’s chest. He stood at the edge of the mud, looking at the line of men stretching back into the dark. They were quiet. They always were quiet before the bad news came. "Captain," a voice said from behind him. Soft. Tired. Elias turned. It was Miller. The...

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