The Distant Journey

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The rain had been falling for six hours, a steady, grey curtain that turned the earth into a slurry of clay and rot. Elias Thorne counted the seconds between the distant thump of artillery and the wet hiss of mud sucking at his boots. He was thirty-four years old, and he had worn this uniform for twenty-two of them, a span of time that felt less like a career and more like a slow suffocation....

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