The Wistful Campus

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The mud of the Somme was not merely wet; it was a living, sucking thing that held Elias Thorne’s boots in a vice of cold clay, and he stood there in the middle of the no-man’s-land, his rifle slung over a shoulder that ached with a dull, persistent throb, waiting for the order that would end his life or, perhaps, save it. He was twenty-four years old, a sergeant with the rank insignia barely...

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