The Iron Trench
PART ONE The mud had a taste. That was what Lieutenant Thomas Blackwood noticed first—salt and iron and something darker, something that made his jaw ache with the memory of blood. He opened his eyes to a sky the colour of wet slate and found himself lying in a crater so deep the walls rose above him like the walls of a cathedral built by madmen. The crater filled with rainwater and something...
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