The Faded River
The taste of copper was the first thing I remembered, sharp and metallic against the back of my throat, followed by the crushing weight of the earth. I lay in the mud of the trench, the sky a bruised purple above me, and felt the vibration of the artillery shaking the ground beneath my ribs. My name is Elias Thorne, and I was a man who measured the world in calibers and distances, a man who...
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