• Between the Ruins
    PART ONE: THE DRIFT The truck had a hole in the heater. Frank could feel it through the floor, a cold spot that matched the cold spot in his chest. He drove from West Virginia through the night, through rain that was neither here nor there, just wet and persistent, the kind of weather that doesn't announce itself but occupies the space you're in until you forget there's anything else....
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  • Between Two Ruins
    I. The trench was a hole in the ground that had stopped being a trench three weeks ago and was now just a flooded pit filled with mud, dead rats, and the frozen corpses of men who had died where they stood. I sat in the mud with my rifle across my knees and watched Levka shiver. He was sixteen, maybe seventeen. He had joined the army when the Germans came, along with half the men from our...
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  • Between Two Ruins
    I. The trench was a hole in the ground that had stopped being a trench three weeks ago and was now just a flooded pit filled with mud, dead rats, and the frozen corpses of men who had died where they stood. I sat in the mud with my rifle across my knees and watched Levka shiver. He was sixteen, maybe seventeen. He had joined the army when the Germans came, along with half the men from our...
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  • Between Two Ruins
    I. The trench was a hole in the ground that had stopped being a trench three weeks ago and was now just a flooded pit filled with mud, dead rats, and the frozen corpses of men who had died where they stood. I sat in the mud with my rifle across my knees and watched Levka shiver. He was sixteen, maybe seventeen. He had joined the army when the Germans came, along with half the men from our...
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  • Between Two Ruins
    I. The trench was a hole in the ground that had stopped being a trench three weeks ago and was now just a flooded pit filled with mud, dead rats, and the frozen corpses of men who had died where they stood. I sat in the mud with my rifle across my knees and watched Levka shiver. He was sixteen, maybe seventeen. He had joined the army when the Germans came, along with half the men from our...
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  • Between Two Ruins
    I. The trench was a hole in the ground that had stopped being a trench three weeks ago and was now just a flooded pit filled with mud, dead rats, and the frozen corpses of men who had died where they stood. I sat in the mud with my rifle across my knees and watched Levka shiver. He was sixteen, maybe seventeen. He had joined the army when the Germans came, along with half the men from our...
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  • Between Two Ruins
    I. The trench was a hole in the ground that had stopped being a trench three weeks ago and was now just a flooded pit filled with mud, dead rats, and the frozen corpses of men who had died where they stood. I sat in the mud with my rifle across my knees and watched Levka shiver. He was sixteen, maybe seventeen. He had joined the army when the Germans came, along with half the men from our...
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  • Between Two Ruins
    I. The trench was a hole in the ground that had stopped being a trench three weeks ago and was now just a flooded pit filled with mud, dead rats, and the frozen corpses of men who had died where they stood. I sat in the mud with my rifle across my knees and watched Levka shiver. He was sixteen, maybe seventeen. He had joined the army when the Germans came, along with half the men from our...
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  • Between Two Ruins
    I. The trench was a hole in the ground that had stopped being a trench three weeks ago and was now just a flooded pit filled with mud, dead rats, and the frozen corpses of men who had died where they stood. I sat in the mud with my rifle across my knees and watched Levka shiver. He was sixteen, maybe seventeen. He had joined the army when the Germans came, along with half the men from our...
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  • Between Two Ruins
    I. The trench was a hole in the ground that had stopped being a trench three weeks ago and was now just a flooded pit filled with mud, dead rats, and the frozen corpses of men who had died where they stood. I sat in the mud with my rifle across my knees and watched Levka shiver. He was sixteen, maybe seventeen. He had joined the army when the Germans came, along with half the men from our...
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  • Between Two Ruins
    I. The trench was a hole in the ground that had stopped being a trench three weeks ago and was now just a flooded pit filled with mud, dead rats, and the frozen corpses of men who had died where they stood. I sat in the mud with my rifle across my knees and watched Levka shiver. He was sixteen, maybe seventeen. He had joined the army when the Germans came, along with half the men from our...
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  • Between Two Ruins
    I. The trench was a hole in the ground that had stopped being a trench three weeks ago and was now just a flooded pit filled with mud, dead rats, and the frozen corpses of men who had died where they stood. I sat in the mud with my rifle across my knees and watched Levka shiver. He was sixteen, maybe seventeen. He had joined the army when the Germans came, along with half the men from our...
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  • The Wistful Skyline
    The Wistful Skyline By Margaret Whitfield The tide withdrew from Whitby like a promise broken, leaving the harbour basin bare and gawping, a mouth without teeth. Abigail Marsh walked the stones in her bare feet, the shells crunching beneath her arches like old bones. She had been coming here since she was a child—no, since before she could remember—and the harbour had always been this...
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