
The frost was so thick it looked as if the earth had turned to stone. December 1914, and the Western Front was a smudged charcoal line stretching from the North Sea to the Swiss border. Between the trenches lay no man’s land, a skeletal wasteland of mud and wire, craters and corpses. The war was barely months old, but already the ground was soaked in the weight of the dead. Men crouched in their trenches, shivering beneath their uniforms, counting the hours until the New Year—or their own end—whichever came first.
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