The Distant Summer

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The dampness in the barracks of the Fourteenth Regiment did not smell of mold, but of old iron and unwashed wool, a scent that had settled into the pores of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s skin over three years of service. He sat on the edge of his narrow cot, his fingers working the soft, grey mud he had scraped from the yard’s drainage ditch, shaping it with a ferocity that belied his quiet demeanor....

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