The Distant Whispers

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The mud in the trench was not merely wet but alive, a thick, sucking slurry that seemed to pull at Elias Thorne’s boots with a deliberate, malicious intent as he huddled against the sandbagged wall. He was thirty-four years old, a sergeant who had served three years in this nameless, fog-choked sector of the front, and his singular, concrete desire in that moment was to survive the night and...

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