The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The mud in the Ardennes did not merely wet; it swallowed, a cold, heavy vacuum that sucked the heat from Elias Thorne’s boots and turned his legs into leaden pillars. He was thirty-four years old, a sergeant with a face carved from the same grey granite as the sky above, and he was currently pinned against the side of a collapsed trench by the weight of Private Miller’s body. Miller was pinned...

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