The Distant Nightmare

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The rifle stock was cold, slick with mud that had turned to a grey paste under Arthur Vane’s palms. He held it tight, the wood warped by the damp, the metal barrel humming with a low, sub-audible frequency that made his teeth ache. It was the night of the 14th, 1912, and the trench line stretched out into a black void, broken only by the distant, rhythmic thud of artillery that shook the earth...

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