The Argent Serpent
The war had taken everything from Elias that needed taking. His voice was the first thing he lost—not physically, but in the way that matters. He could still speak, but the words that had once flowed easily, the stories he told at the officers' mess about growing up in Concord, the jokes he made about the mud in Flanders, the prayers he whispered to a God he was no longer sure existed—those all...
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