The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain had turned the mud into a soup of earth and iron, sucking at their boots with a wet, gluttonous hunger. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the trench, his rifle clutched like a talisman, his eyes fixed on the pale figure of Captain Halloway. The mist was rising, thick and oily, smelling of rot and copper. It did not behave like weather; it moved with intent, coiling around their...

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