The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The soup is cold. It sits in a dented tin can, the lid pried open with a bayonet that has seen better days. You stir it. The broth is grey, thick with sediment and the memory of boiled turnips. It does not smell like food. It smells like the damp earth of the trench. It smells like the mud that has swallowed your boots for three weeks. You are a soldier. You are a man who follows orders. You...

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