The Golden Downtown

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The air in the valley tasted of copper and old rain. Elias Thorne did not think about the taste. He did not think about the way his left knee, a joint of rusted hinges, screamed in protest with every step up the scree slope. He only watched the line of men ahead of him, their uniforms mud-stained, their breathing ragged. They were moving toward the tree line, where the shadows of the pines were...

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