The Golden Song
The heavy woolen uniform, a shade of green that had long since surrendered its vibrancy to the grey dust of the barracks, hung limp on Marcus’s frame like a shed skin, the fabric thinning at the elbows where the friction of daily drill had worn the fibers down to a translucent ghost of their original weave. He stood in the center of the rec room, the air thick with the smell of stale sweat and...
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