The Faded River

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The Faded River

The mud at the Somme did not merely cling to the skin; it possessed a weight that seemed to originate from within the bones, a cold, heavy slurry that had long since ceased to be earth and had become a living, sucking thing that consumed the effort of every step. I am Elias Thorne, and I am forty years old, a age that should have placed me in a clerk’s office in Leeds, counting ledgers or...

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