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What the Briar Remembers
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Inside the chapel, the wall was covered in carved warnings. One line was fresh, scratched that very morning by a hand she didn't know: "THE BELL IS RUNG. NAME THE FIRST SOLDIER OR THEY ALL RISE." Below it was a list of names — and the top one was scratched out so hard the stone had cracked.
Mirren read the cracked-out name by torchlight, sounding out the broken letters: GHERICK, the first to march, the one every other soldier had followed into the ground. She carried it to the watchtower and gave it to the bell. The tolling died. The grey tide knelt, then lay down, and nine winters of careful graves held once more.
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