The Distant Garden

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The mud in the trench had a taste, Elias knew. It was a metallic, coppery tang that coated the back of his throat, a flavor that no amount of spitting could scrub away. He gripped his rifle, the wood slick with rain and sweat, and watched the grey horizon where the enemy lines dissolved into fog. It was not a battle of honor or glory. It was a battle of survival, a desperate, clawing for air in...

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