The Wistful Witness

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The mud of the Somme did not smell of earth, but of iron and rot, a thick, cloying scent that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat. He was thirty-four years old, a sergeant with six years of service and a shoulder that throbbed with a dull, persistent ache, and he wanted only to survive the night to marry Clara. The German artillery had been silent for an hour, a deceptive quiet that felt...

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