The Chronos Crusade
The water in the trench tasted of copper and death. Thomas Hudson pressed himself against the mud wall and counted his breaths. One. Two. Three. The artillery barrage had been going on for six hours—maybe six days, time had lost all meaning since the Somme. A whistle blew somewhere to his left. Voices shouted orders in the dark. Thomas did not move. He was a war correspondent, not a soldier....
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