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Voices from the Trenches
The sludge clung to every gap. The constant shrill clang of artillery in the distance was a grim constant that life here was fragile. We huddled together, searching for comfort in each other's company. The quiet between the bursts of fire was more terrifying than the chaos itself. Every whisper could be an enemy, every shadow a hidden assailant. Su
Calls from the Front Lines
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