The Distant Nightmare

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The mud of the courtyard had turned to a thick, sucking paste under the relentless rain, a mire that swallowed the boots of the garrison and the blood of the dead alike. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the center of this chaos, his hands slick and red, the weight of his sword a familiar, cold anchor in a world that had suddenly lost its shape. He was thirty-four years old, a man who had spent a...

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