The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The mud tastes of iron. You know this. You have tasted it a hundred times since the war began, but today the flavor is different. It is sharper. It is the taste of the end. You are not alone in the trench, but you are alone in your mind. The others sleep. Or they pretend to. The rain hammers the canvas above you, a relentless, industrial drumbeat that shakes the teeth in your skull. It is 1917....

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