The Trench Rose
(V-11: Tragic Romance) The mud of the Somme was not merely earth; it was a hungry, viscous beast that swallowed boots, rifles, and men without a sound. Julian lay in the bottom of the trench, the air thick with the smell of cordite and wet wool. He was twenty-two, but in the reflection of the stagnant rainwater, he saw a man of fifty, his eyes hollowed out by the rhythmic thunder of the...
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