The Wistful Petal
The morning watch began with the counting of the ration tins, forty-two of them, each one heavy with the promise of a meal that would not come until the next shift, and Elias Thorne counted them twice because the weight of the tin in his hand felt different than it had the day before, lighter, as if the meat inside had evaporated into the damp air of the trench. He was thirty years old, a...
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