The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The mud in the trench did not smell of earth, but of iron and old rain. It was a thick, sucking slurry that held the boots of the men in a vice, a testament to the industrial age’s ability to turn the natural world into a machine of attrition. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the dugout, his rifle resting against his shoulder like a heavy, wooden limb he no longer recognized as his...

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