The Wistful Crossroads

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The fog in the Blackwood valley did not roll in so much as it stood, a thick, wet curtain that swallowed the horizon and erased the distinction between the earth and the sky. Sergeant Elias Thorne walked at the head of his platoon, his boots sinking into mud that had been churned into a slurry by weeks of rain and the passage of thousands of feet. He was thirty-four years old, a man whose face...

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