The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The mud was thick, a slurry of grey and black that sucked at our boots with a wet, rhythmic pull, as if the earth itself were trying to swallow us whole. Rain lashed against the canvas of the tent, a relentless drumming that drowned out the low, terrified moans of the men huddled in the corners. I sat on the edge of my cot, my hands shaking so violently that I could barely keep the...

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