The Distant Affair

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The mud in the trench was not wet but alive, a thick, black paste that sucked at your boots with a sound like a wet cough, and you stood there with your rifle loose in your hands, the metal cold against your palms, while the rain fell in sheets that blurred the world into a grey smear. You were a soldier, though you had forgotten the rank, the name, the specific weight of the uniform, and all...

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