The Golden Song

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2026-08-17 19:35:37 -

The Golden Song

The mud of the trench does not care for your rank, nor does the rain, which falls with a persistent, indifferent rhythm, slicking the hair to your forehead and cooling the sweat that has nothing to do with the heat of the gun barrel. You are a soldier, or you have been one, or perhaps you are still one in the way that a scar remains a part of the flesh long after the wound has closed. The...

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