The Distant Nightmare
The mud in the trench did not merely cling to Sergeant Elias Thorne’s boots; it swallowed them, a viscous, cold weight that threatened to anchor him to the earth while the world above churned into a void of terrifying silence. He stood frozen, his rifle jammed in his hands, the bolt stuck fast with the grime of a campaign that had stretched from the autumn rains to this brittle, sunless...
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