The Wistful Witness

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The mud of the Somme does not smell of earth, but of lilies, a cold, rotting sweetness that clings to the back of your throat and refuses to let go. You are twelve years old, Thomas Bradshaw, and you are standing in the trench with your hands buried in the wet clay, watching your brother Arthur, fourteen and hollow-eyed, stare at a point on the horizon that no longer exists. The shell shock has...

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