The Distant Machine

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The sergeant called out his name, sharp and thin, cutting through the wet noise of the trench. "Thorne! Get up here. The Colonel’s waiting." October 12, 1912. I am writing this by the light of a stub of candle that costs two shillings in the canteen, a price that makes the bread taste like sawdust. My shoulder aches, a dull throb that matches the rhythm of the rain hitting the mud outside. I...

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