The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The gas came in a yellow-green tide, sucking the air from your lungs and filling your throat with the taste of copper and rot. You were Sergeant Elias Thorne, thirty years old, and you gripped your Lee-Enfield rifle until your knuckles turned the color of old bone, your body a coiled spring of iron will that refused to break. The Ironvale Front was a hellscape of mud and shattered concrete, a...

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