The Golden Crossing

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The mud sucked at my boots with a wet, ragged sound, pulling me down into the earth while the rain hammered against the corrugated roof of the guard post. I was on my knees, one hand braced against the slick concrete floor, the other holding the heavy iron lantern that had been my only companion for the last three days. The air inside the bunker was thick, smelling of stale tobacco, damp wool,...

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