The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The mud of the trench had a way of swallowing sound, turning the world into a muffled, grey echo of what it had been. Julian Ashworth sat with his back against the wet sandbags, his knees drawn up to his chest, and watched the rain streak down the glass of the temporary field office he had commandeered for his command post. It was not a palace, this place, but in the eyes of the men who huddled...

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