The Wistful Silence

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The mud of the trench was a living thing, thick and black as blood, and it sucked at your boots with a sound that was indistinguishable from the wet tearing of skin. You are standing there, Sergeant Elias Thorne, your uniform soaked through to the bone, the rain falling in sheets that blur the world into a gray smear of despair. Across the no-man’s-land, the enemy fires in bursts, the air...

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