The Distant Whispers

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The mud is cold against your shins. It is the first week of November in 1918. The war is over, or so the radio says. But here, in the trench outside Ypres, the silence is not peace. It is a held breath. You are Captain Elias Thorne. You are not a soldier anymore. You are a function. A mechanism of command. Your uniform is torn at the shoulder. The wool is wet and heavy, clinging to your skin...

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