The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The mud of the Somme did not smell of rot; it smelled of wet iron and old blood, a metallic tang that coated the back of the throat and refused to be swallowed. We were pinned in a trench that had long since ceased to be a defensive line and had become a grave dug into the side of the world, the earth above us slick with rain and the grey, weeping sky. My name is Thomas Bradshaw, and I am a man...

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