The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the corrugated tin roof of the temporary command post, a rhythmic, hollow sound that seemed to echo inside the hollows of the men’s bones. Sergeant Major Elias Thorne sat at the center of the table, his hands resting on the map. He did not move. He did not blink. Around him, the officers waited. They were tired, their uniforms soaked...

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