The Distant Crown
The explosion did not make a sound at first. It was a white hole in the fabric of the afternoon, a sudden absence of the grey that had choked the sky for weeks. Then the shockwave hit the trench line, turning mud into gravel and men into ragged silhouettes. Elias Thorne was thrown clear, his lungs compressed until they screamed, his ears ringing with a high, silver note that drowned out the...
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