The Wistful Witness

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The mud at the edge of the Somme was not merely wet; it was a living, sucking thing that threatened to pull the very bones from Elias Thorne’s body. He stood knee-deep in the slurry, his rifle slung low, listening to the rhythmic, low-frequency thumping that rose from the earth like a second heartbeat, slower and heavier than his own. Beside him, the trench wall groaned, a localized collapse of...

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