The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The mud of the trench did not just cover us; it consumed us, a thick, living slurry that smelled of iron and rotting lilies, and as I pressed my back against the wet earth, I felt the vibration of the shelling in my teeth, a dull, rhythmic thumping that synchronized with the frantic hammering of my own heart, while to my left, young Arthur Clive lay with his head in my lap, his eyes open and...

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