The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The mud was black and thick as blood, sucking at Elias Thorne’s boots with a wet, heavy pull that made every step a negotiation with the earth. He crouched in the trench, the rain hammering the tin helmet on his head, and watched Miller’s face drain of color as the young man’s eyes fixed on the grey sky. Elias reached for the morphine syringe in his kit, his fingers clumsy and cold, but the...

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