The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The shovel bit into the clay with a wet, sucking sound, the mud clinging to the steel like a second skin, heavy and cold against the blade as I hauled it back up into the grey light. My hands, raw and blistered from the trench work, ached with a dull, throbbing rhythm that matched the distant, intermittent thud of the artillery, a sound that had become so constant it was less a noise than a...

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