The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

My hand was wrapped around the cold iron of the rifle stock, the metal biting into my palm with a pressure that felt more real than the air itself, as the third week of the siege settled over the trench like a wet wool blanket that no one could shake off. I am a lieutenant, thirty-two years old, and I have been holding this line for nineteen days, a duration that has eroded the distinction...

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