The Golden Circuit

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October 12, 1919. The mud here is not wet; it is a living, sucking thing, thick as blood and cold as iron. I am Sergeant Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, and I am writing this by the guttering light of a flare that hisses against the dark like a dying snake. My shoulder aches with a dull, rhythmic throb, a reminder of the shrapnel that kissed me an hour ago, but the pain is a distant cousin...

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