The Distant Whispers

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The dream began, as it always did, in the green. It was not the green of the English hedgerows back in Dorset, nor the muddy ochre of the trenches in the Somme. It was a green so deep and saturated it looked like wet ink, a living fluid that breathed and pulsed against the skin. Thomas Ashworth stood in the center of a meadow that had no horizon, the grass tall enough to reach his waist,...

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