The Golden Echoes
The rain has been falling for three days, a cold, gray sheet that erases the line between the earth and the sky, and you are standing in the mud with your boots sinking to the ankle, watching the last of the convoy disappear over the ridge, leaving you alone with the silence and the ache in your left knee, which throbs with a rhythm that feels less like pain and more like a second heartbeat, a...
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