The Distant Cartograph

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The sputter of the flare gun echoed in the throat of the valley, a sound too large for the silence it shattered. I did not look up. I kept my eyes fixed on the mud, on the way the water pooled in the depressions of the trench floor, mirroring the bruised purple sky above. The air smelled of wet iron and cordite, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat. Around me, the men of Company C...

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