The Golden Downtown
The mud was not brown, as one might expect of the earth, but a deep, arterial red, slick with the rain that had fallen for three days straight over the valley floor. Major Elias Thorne stood knee-deep in it, the cold seeping through the heavy tactical boots that had once been the pride of his kit, now merely vessels for a slow, creeping numbness that started at the toes and traveled up the...
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