The Distant Legend

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The mud at Outpost 4 was thick, a brown slurry that sucked at Elias Thorne’s boots with every step. He stood still, the cold air biting through his thin wool coat, his hands trembling as he gripped the stock of his service rifle. The wood was slick with damp, and the weight of the weapon felt absurdly heavy, a dead thing in his living hands. He looked toward the main block of the outpost, where...

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