The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The mud was thick. It sucked at the boots of every man in the line. Thomas Ashworth did not look at the mud. He looked at the bread in his hand. It was stale. The crust was hard as flint. The crumb was dry. He held it tight. His knuckles were white. "Move it, Ashworth," Sergeant Hale barked. Hale stood on the hill. He held a cane. He did not hold a gun. He wore a coat of gray wool. It was...

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