The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The mud was black and thick, sucking at my boots with a sound like wet teeth. I was moving through the trench line, not because I was told to, but because the silence of the rest of the company was a physical weight pressing against my eardrums. We were holding the sector near Ypres, a place that had been ground into powder and salt for months. The air smelled of cordite and rot, a scent that...

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