The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The soup was thick. It sat in the communal bowl, a brown sludge that smelled of boiled iron and old pennies. Sergeant Major Elias Thorne did not want it. He stared at the surface, where a single, pale leaf floated. It was a turnip leaf. It had been there for three days. No one had touched it. No one had removed it. It persisted. It was a constant. A stubborn, green eye staring back at him. The...

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