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Hard by was a temporary hut, deserted. There was not a breath of wind this morning, and everything was strangely still. Even the birds were hushed, and as we hurried along I and the artilleryman talked in whispers and looked now and again over our shoulders. Once or twice we stopped to listen.

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A sudden chill came over me. There was a loud shriek from a woman behind. I half turned, keeping my eyes fixed upon the...

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