The Distant Threshold

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The mud at the Somme did not care about rank, nor did it care about the name stitched into a collar. It was a thick, sucking brown that pulled at boots and swallowed the light of the afternoon. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the crater, his rifle slung low, staring at the hole where the earth had been torn open by a shell. He was looking for a button. Not any button, but a brass one, tarnished...

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