The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The mud on Blackwood Ridge did not merely soak the boots; it swallowed them, a cold, heavy suction that pulled at the legs with the tenacity of a leech. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood with his rifle steady across his chest, the wood slick with condensation, watching the fog roll in from the valley below like a living thing, a grey tide erasing the horizon. Three days had passed since the skirmish,...

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