The Golden Scar
The mud was not merely wet; it was a living, sucking thing that sought to swallow the boots of Sergeant Elias Thorne whole, and he fought it with the same grim, mechanical persistence with which he had fought the men in the grey coats for the past three weeks, his body a machine of muscle and bone that had long since forgotten how to feel anything other than the cold seep of the earth and the...
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