The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The mud of the Somme did not smell of death, not really; it smelled of wet iron and the sour, metallic tang of old pennies left in a gutter. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood knee-deep in the slurry, his rifle heavy in his hands, the weight of the wood and steel a familiar anchor against the chaos of the barrage. He was thirty-four years old, a man whose face had been weathered into a map of small,...

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