The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The mud in the trench was not merely wet but a living, sucking thing that pulled at Elias Thorne’s boots with a tenacity that felt almost personal, as if the earth itself were trying to drag him down into the dark, wet grave that the war had carved out of the hills. He stood rigid, his rifle held loosely in one hand, while the air beside him shimmered with a faint, pearlescent haze that...

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