The Distant Nightmare

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The lace of my left boot gave way with a sound like a wet rope snapping, just as the first real gust of wind hit the ridge. I was knee-deep in the black mud of the Appalachian slope, the cold seeping up through the thin soles of my remaining footwear, and I knew with a cold, hard certainty that the extraction point was still two miles north. I am Sergeant Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old,...

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