The Distant Nightmare

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The mud of the Somme did not freeze; it hardened into a gray, iron crust that bit into the skin of any man foolish enough to touch it bare. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood alone in the trench, the silence of the sector pressing against his eardrums like a physical weight. He held the rusted compass in his left hand, the glass cracked, the needle trembling uselessly in the cold. He had been ordered...

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