The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The mud sucked at my boots like a hungry mouth, cold and heavy, pulling at the soles with a wet, relentless grip that threatened to drag me down into the black earth. I could feel the vibration of the artillery in the distance, a low, rumbling thrum that traveled up through the ground and into my bones, a constant reminder that the world was still trying to tear itself apart. In my hands, I...

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