The Distant Promise
The mortar shell did not explode so much as it unfolded, a violent bloom of red dust and shrapnel that turned the quiet afternoon into a screaming void of copper and blood, and when Sergeant Elias Thorne’s boots finally found the earth again, he was not in the muddy trench at Verdun but standing on the polished marble floor of the Hall of State, his rifle clutched to his chest like a dead...
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