The Golden Echoes
The taste of copper filled Sergeant Elias Thorne’s mouth. It was a thick, metallic tang, sharp as a broken nail. He spat it onto the grey stone floor. The stone was warm. It should have been cold. That was the first wrong thing. He stood up. His knees popped. They sounded like dry twigs snapping. He looked down at his hands. They were shaking. Not from fear. From hunger. A deep, hollow hunger...
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