The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The mud was cold. It pressed against Elias’s cheek like a wet, heavy cloth. He lay in the trench, the earth slick with the rain that had not stopped for three days. His uniform was soaked through, the wool heavy and dark. The rifle in his hand felt dead. It had not fired in hours. He did not know if he was waiting for an order or for his own heart to stop. The air smelled of wet clay and iron....

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