The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The mud was cold against my cheek, a thick, sucking clay that smelled of rot and old iron, and I could feel the vibration of the drum in the distance, a rhythmic thudding that seemed to come from the earth itself rather than the soldiers marching above. I was not supposed to be there, not in the trench, not with the men who were supposed to be my enemies, but the order had been clear, the order...

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