The Distant Machine

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The mud in the Ardennes did not care about rank, nor did it care about the cold that had settled into Elias Thorne’s joints three days ago, a dampness that felt less like weather and more like a debt accumulating in his marrow. He pressed the barrel of his rifle against the shoulder of Private Miller, a boy of nineteen who had begun to mutter about the futility of holding this ridge, and...

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