The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The fog did not roll in; it snapped into existence, a perfect lattice of grey light that froze the mud and the men within it. I write this from a field hospital tent in the Vosges, the year 1912, though the calendar here seems to have lost its authority. My name is Elias Thorne, Sergeant, and I am attempting to secure a permanent commission for my brother, Julian, by proving that my tactical...

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