The Faded Road
The fog did not so much enter the barracks of the Ninth as it permeated the very mortar of the walls, a thick, gray suspension that settled on the wool coats and the polished brass fixtures with a damp, suffocating weight that seemed to have no beginning and no end. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the center of the room, his back rigid against the cold, clutching his regulation wool cap in hands...
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