The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The mud was thick and black, clinging to my boots like a second skin, and the rain fell in sheets that turned the trench into a churning river of slurry and broken wood, while I pressed the wool coat tighter against my chest, feeling the coarse fibers scratch against the dampness of my skin as I huddled in the corner of the dugout with my father, whose eyes were wide and wet, reflecting the...

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