The Fractured Man
The first time I saw the flowers, I was standing in a trench outside Thiepval, and the sky had turned the color of bruised plum, and the flowers were growing in the shell craters—small white things with petals like tissue paper, blooming in the mud where nothing should grow. "They're beautiful, aren't they?" I said to the man beside me. He was not beside me. He had been dead for three days. But...
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