The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The mud in the trench was not merely wet earth; it was a living, sucking thing, a viscous membrane that bound us to the bottom of the world with a grip that no amount of shoveling could break. I was a Lieutenant, a title that had begun to feel less like a rank and more like a diagnosis, a chronic condition of the mind that manifested in the inability to stop looking for order in the chaos of...

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