The Necessary Monster
The mud of the Somme was a thick, grey soup that swallowed men whole. General Alexander stood on the ridge, his binoculars focused on the horizon. Around him, the world was screaming. The Great War had become a stalemate of blood and iron, a meat-grinder that consumed a generation of European youth. But Alexander knew a secret that no one else did. He had discovered, through a series of...
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