The Wistful Dinner

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The mud sucked at Elias Thorne’s boots, a viscous, gray paste that seemed to have a will of its own. He stood in the center of the no-man’s-land, his rifle jammed with wet earth and his finger frozen on the trigger. The fog rolled in from the valley below, thick and cold, smelling of ozone and rot. In his left pocket, the Iron Compass spun wildly, its needle a frantic blur against the brass...

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