The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The mess hall of the 42nd Infantry Division smelled of boiled cabbage and wet wool, a thick, cloying fog that clung to the back of the throat. It was a feast of sorts, though not the kind that filled the belly with joy. The long tables, bolted to the concrete floor, groaned under the weight of tin plates and the quiet, heavy silence of men who had seen too much. Colonel Elias Thorne sat at the...

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