The Wistful Asylum

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Thorne, get your head up before I put a bayonet in it. The voice was Captain Halloway, sharp and brittle as the frost that had been settling on the trench lip all night. I didn’t look up. I was busy trying to pull the mud from the bootlace of my left foot, a task that required a delicacy I had not possessed in twenty years of service. The mud was cold, gritty, and smelled of iron and old rain....

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