The Distant Temple

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The mud sucked at my boots with a wet, tearing sound. I stood in the trench, rifle in hand, staring at the officer on the other side of the wire. He was not running. He was not screaming. He was just standing there, hands raised, waiting. I wanted him. I wanted the proof that I was not a brute, not a fool, not the thing the General said I was. I wanted to drag him back by his collar and say,...

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