V-10: The Echo of Verdun
The mud of Verdun did not just swallow men; it swallowed time, identity, and the very concept of a future. Captain Julian sat in a trench that felt like a grave, listening to the rhythmic, bone-shaking thunder of the artillery. The air was a mixture of cordite, decay, and the metallic tang of blood. Around him, men who had once been poets, lawyers, and farmers were now just hollow-eyed shells,...
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