The Distant Summer

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The mud of the trench was not merely wet earth; it was a living, sucking maw that sought to consume the last shreds of dignity from Sergeant Elias Thorne’s boots, dragging him downward into a cold, black sleep that promised oblivion. He did not fight it, for the struggle had long since ceased to be a choice and had become a physiological reflex, a slow erosion of the self by the relentless,...

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