The Distant Metropolis

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The mud on the ridge was not merely wet; it was a cold, sucking weight that seemed to pull at the very bones of Elias Thorne’s legs, a physical manifestation of the thirty years of service that had worn him down to a husk of duty and aching joints. He stood with his back against the rough bark of a hemlock, his service pistol gripped in a hand that trembled not from fear but from the deep,...

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