The Wistful Mirror

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The mud was sucking at his boots, a slow, wet tearing that felt less like soil and more like a living thing digesting him. Elias Thorne stared at the jammed bolt of his rifle, the metal cold against his palm, while three yards away, Major Halloway lay in the crater with a hole in his chest that steamed in the thin, gray air. "Get down, Thorne!" the sergeant’s voice cracked, thin and high above...

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