The Faded Frequency

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The rain at Ypres did not wash things clean; it only made the mud deeper and the silence heavier. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat in the trench, his back pressed against the damp earth, listening to the rhythmic tapping inside his helmet. It was a dry, insistent knock, like a fingernail striking a hollow wood, and it had not stopped for three days. He believed it was the snipers, probing the weak...

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