The Golden Maze
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey curtain that blurred the line between the asphalt and the wet grass, and it was in this stagnant, suffocating mist that Sergeant Major Elias Thorne watched his younger brother, Julian, march away for the last time, the heavy wool of his greatcoat swallowing the sound of his boots into the mud, a sound that had once been the...
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