The Wistful Voyage

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Thorne. The name was shouted through the mud by a voice that had lost its patience with the dead and the living alike, a sharp bark that cut through the grey morning mist hanging over the trench lines near the Somme. Elias Thorne, forty-two years old and wearing the rank of sergeant though he felt like a ghost, stood in the knee-deep slurry, his hands wrapped around a silver pocket watch that...

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