The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The mud of the Somme did not care about the law. It sucked at the boots of Sergeant Elias Thorne with a wet, relentless hunger, pulling him down into the grey slurry of the trench. He stood frozen, his knuckles white around the hilt of his revolver, the metal cold against his palm. In his other hand, he clutched a small silver locket, stolen from the dead, its surface tarnished by the rain and...

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