The Wistful Dinner
The explosion did not make a sound at first, only a sudden, violent absence of air, followed by the roar that swallowed the world whole. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the mud of a trench in Flanders, the rain hammering against the wet earth until it turned to slurry, and he felt the heat of the concussion wave peel the skin from his bones. He was not killed, though he should have been. He was...
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