Echoes on the Golden Horizon
The shell that killed the men around Silas Harmon missed him by three feet. It landed in a crater that had not been there a moment before, and the earth rose up like a fist and threw the dead into the air. Silas was on his knees, tying his bootlace, when it happened. When he stood up, the men he had eaten bread with that morning were pieces of meat and fragments of uniform and names he would...
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