The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The mud in the trench was not merely wet; it was a living, sucking thing that tried to pull the boots from the feet and the breath from the lungs, a cold, grey slurry that coated the rifle barrel and stung the exposed skin of the neck. I, Sergeant Elias Thorne, stood with my knees locked against the collapse of the earth, my finger hovering over the trigger as the first wave of men in grey...

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