The Distant Ghost
The water in the canteen weighed twelve pounds, and I knew it to the ounce because I had carried it for three days without a drop. The mud in the camp kitchen was thick enough to suck the boots from your feet, and the smell of wet wool and stale coffee hung heavy in the air, a scent that had become indistinguishable from the smell of fear. Kael stood by the stove, his hands shaking as he tried...
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