The Distant Nightmare

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The mud at the perimeter had turned to a thick, grey sludge, sucking at our boots with a wet, deliberate resistance as the transport trucks groaned away into the fog. I stood alone on the ridge, watching the taillights dissolve into the white nothingness, feeling the singular, primal urge to protect the valley below rise in my chest like a tide. It was not a rational feeling, born of duty or...

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