The Wistful Silence

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a steady, gray curtain that blurred the line between the mud of the border and the mud of the earth. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the wire, his boots sinking into the slurry, watching the Hollow creep forward like a living thing. It was not a fog, not truly, but a thick, white vapor that smelled of wet ash and old pennies. Inside it, men did not...

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