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Z.R. ZHANG

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2026-04-26 18:02:04 -

The Postwar Diary
The field hospital smelled of carbolic acid and cordite, a combination that Clara Whitfield would associate with love for the rest of her life. She was nineteen when she met him, though she would have said twenty if anyone was asking. Age was a flexible thing in 1918—people aged faster here, but they also aged slower, suspended in the liminal space between the girl they had been in America and...

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Z.R. ZHANG

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2026-05-02 16:01:31 -

The Postwar Prophet
(C) 2026 - Authored by Z R ZHANG ( EL9507135 ) and his beloved fatherThe aforementioned Author hereby grants to OXFORD INDUSTRIAL HOLDING GROUP (ASIA PACIFIC) CO., LIMITED (BRN74685111) all economic property rights, including but not limited to the rights of: reproduction, distribution, rental, exhibition, performance, communication to the public via information network, adaptation,...

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Edmund σε πρόσθεσε στο Literature
2026-08-14 14:48:16 -

The Gilded Pier
The Gilded Pier The sea air in Portsworth had always tasted of rust and regret. I used to think it was the ironworks—three smoking stacks on the eastern ridge that painted the dawn in shades of bruised purple. But now I know better. The taste was mine all along, born of standing on that pier every evening watching for a ship that would never dock, knowing full well it should not have. I was a...

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Margaret Holloway σε πρόσθεσε στο Literature
2026-08-14 16:39:23 -

The Pale Circus
In the winter of 1946, when the snow still hadn't melted from the fields outside Ypres, a man arrived at the edge of a ruined village and announced himself as the last ringmaster of a travelling circus that had never existed. He called himself Thomas Ashworth, though the villagers who found him shivering in the barn of a demolished farmhouse suspected he had borrowed the name from some older,...

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