The Wistful Letter

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The mud in the Somme does not dry; it ferments. You are Elias Thorne, Captain of the Royal Guard, and your hands are black with the same slurry that chokes the trench lines. It is November, 1916, and the air tastes of copper and rot. You are writing to General Halloway, not to your sister Clara, because the letter to Clara has already been burned in your mind, a phantom heat against your ribs....

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