The Distant Garden

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2026-08-18 03:36:01 -

The mortar round hit the trench wall. Dust. Silence. Then the screaming. I coughed. Black grit in my mouth. "Steady, men," I said. My voice was a stranger’s. Dry. Cracked. Silas looked at me. His eyes were wide. White. Terrified. "Sir? The bread?" he whispered. I froze. What bread? " The rations," he said. "The command said to hold the line until the bread arrived. We’ve been waiting three...

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