The Golden Song
The alarm did not ring. It screamed, a jagged tear in the fabric of the night that shattered the silence of the barracks. Sergeant Elias Thorne woke not to the sound, but to the weight of the ceiling pressing down upon his lungs. The air in the room was thick, tasting of copper and ozone, a metallic tang that coated the back of his throat. He rolled out of the narrow bunk, his boots hitting the...
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