The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The mud of the Somme did not merely cover the earth; it consumed it, a thick, black slurry that swallowed the boots of men and the remnants of their hope with equal indifference. I stood at the edge of the trench, my fingers white-knuckled around the brass casing of my father’s compass, the metal cold and slick against my palm, a relic of a precision that no longer existed in this hellscape....

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