The Golden Circuit

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The fog did not roll in so much as it accumulated, a slow, grey sediment that settled over the trench lines with the weight of wet wool. It was October the fourteenth, though the date had ceased to hold any meaning beyond the ink on the page, and Captain Elias Thorne sat in the damp earth, his hands trembling as he held the pen. He was writing to Martha, his younger sister, not to tell her of...

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