The Distant Legend
The mud in the trench is not just dirt, you understand, it is a living thing, a wet, sucking mouth that tries to pull you down into the earth where the roots of the old oaks have long since rotted into black sludge. You are holding the rifle, but it feels like a piece of driftwood, heavy and useless, your fingers white-knuckled around the stock until the wood splinters against your skin. The...
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