The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The mud was thick. It sucked at my boots. The air tasted of iron and ozone. I held the line. I am a man of duty. That is what they taught me. Before the fog, before the shift, I was a sergeant. Now I am a guard. The distinction is thin. It is thinner than the veil between here and there. My name is Elias. I do not need to say it often. It is a weight I carry. Like the rifle. Like the silence....

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