The Distant Journey

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The air in the canteen smelled of boiled cabbage and stale tobacco. It was a heavy, wet scent that clung to the wool of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s tunic. He sat at the long table, a plate of grey porridge before him, untouched. The spoon lay across the bowl, a small, metallic bone. Around him, the mess hall churned with the noise of men. They laughed, they argued, they scraped their spoons against...

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