The Pale Tale
The snow in the Carpathian pass did not fall so much as it was driven, a horizontal scouring of ice and silt that turned the world into a single, blinding white void where the distinction between earth and sky had been erased by the sheer, mechanical violence of the wind. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the center of this whiteout, his boots sinking into the frozen mud, his hands shaking not...
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