The Echo of the Trenches
The cafes of Paris in 1922 were filled with the sound of jazz and the smell of expensive perfume, but for Julian, the air always smelled of chlorine and wet earth. He was a member of the "Lost Generation," a man who had returned from the Great War with a medal on his chest and a hole in his soul. He lived in a small attic room, where the walls were thin and the memories were thick. Julian's...
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