The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain at the Somme did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a cold, persistent gray curtain that soaked through wool and bone alike. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the muddy trench, his boots sinking with every shift of weight, his fingers white-knuckled around the brass casing of his father’s pocket watch. The glass face was cracked, a spiderweb of fractures that had appeared three days...

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