The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The mud on the road to the front has a texture that feels less like earth and more like the wet, sucking mouth of a grave, pulling at your boots with a tenacity that mirrors the way the fog has been clinging to your chest since dawn. You are twelve years old, though the war has stripped the softness from your frame, leaving you a collection of sharp elbows and a hunger that never quite leaves...

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