The Pale Tower
You wake in the white silence of the trench, the mud sucking at your boots like a living thing that knows it has finally caught you, and the first thing you see is not the enemy but the sky, a bruised and swollen dome of grey that presses down on the No Man’s Land with the weight of a century’s guilt, and you know before you even stand up that this is the dream that will not let you go, the one...
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