The Distant Garden

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The mud in the trench did not smell of earth, but of rust and old blood, a thick, cloying scent that seemed to have its own gravity, pulling at the lungs of Sergeant Elias Thorne. He was not fighting an enemy, not in any way that made sense to the men huddled around him, but the instinct was still there, the old wiring firing in the dark, demanding he hold the line. The line was a mental one, a...

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