The Distant Summer

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The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the clay roads of the Appalachian foothills into sucking pits that devoured the horses’ hooves and the men’s will. Corporal Elias Thorne sat in the back of the supply wagon, his back pressed against the rough-hewn timber, watching the mud smear across the windowless gap where the canvas flap had torn. He was a man of forty, though the war had...

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