The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The mud sucked at my boots. It was cold. The water was black. I felt the weight of the rifle. It was heavy. It was always heavy. I was pinned. The wall was low. Brick. Red. Wet. I could see the street. I could see the cars. They were far. The people were closer. They were shouting. I did not know what they said. I only heard the tone. It was sharp. It was angry. My name is Thomas. I am a...

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