The Golden Crossing

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The mud is cold, a thick, sucking black thing that pulls at your boots with a tenacity that feels almost biological, and you are standing in the center of the town square, your rifle raised, your finger trembling on the trigger. The rain has not stopped. It has been falling for three days, a grey, relentless curtain that turns the world into a smear of wet slate and bruised purple. You are...

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