The Starlight March
PART ONE Marcus Sterling woke to the sound of artillery and the taste of mud. He was twenty-four years old and lying in a trench outside Soissons, October 1918, and the last thing he remembered was the flash of a bomb blast in a Navy hospital somewhere in the Pacific. He had been a communications specialist then. He had been dead. Now he was alive, and he was a soldier in a war that had no...
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