The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The cannon roared. It was not a sound but a physical blow, a wall of heat and noise that pressed Edward against the mud. He did not look up. He did not look at the men around him, those who were screaming, who were dying. He looked only at the ivy on the stone wall. It was green. It was thick. It was alive. The mist rolled in from the valley floor. It was not fog. It was a substance. It tasted...

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