The Distant Journey
The mud of the trench did not merely wet Thomas Bradshaw’s boots; it seemed to possess a sentient, sucking gravity that pulled at his ankles as he hauled the dead weight of his comrade, young Elias, toward the trench line, the rain falling in thick, cold sheets that blurred the horizon into a grey smear of indifference. Thomas, a corporal in the 14th Infantry, felt the dampness seep through his...
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