The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The mud of the trench was not merely wet; it was a living thing, a heavy, sucking mouth that tried to pull your boots off and swallow the last of your strength. You felt the cold seep into your marrow, a sharp, silver needle of pain that sharpened your thoughts to a dangerous edge. Around you, the air tasted of cordite and iron, the metallic tang of blood mixing with the damp, rotting scent of...

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