The Distant Summer

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The mud in the trench did not merely wet the boots; it consumed them, a cold, living sludge that sought to pull the bone and sinew down into the earth. Thomas Bradshaw stood in the center of the wire, his rifle leveled at the silhouette of a man who had no face, only the suggestion of a uniform and the terrible weight of an accusation. The air tasted of iron and old rain. Around them, the men...

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