The Faded Photograph
The mud in the Somme does not merely wet; it devours. It seeps into the soles of your boots, through the seams of your trousers, and into the very marrow of your bones, a cold, viscous weight that anchors you to the earth with a violence that feels personal. You are Thomas Hale, twenty-four, a corporal in the 14th Battalion, and your only desire is to see the sun rise again, to feel the dry...
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