The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The soup was thin. It sloshed in the metal bowl, a grayish liquid that smelled of boiled turnips and despair. Silas watched it. He watched the steam rise, curling into the cold air of the mess hall. It was cold. It was always cold. He was a corporal in the Royal Engineers. His uniform was worn at the elbows. His boots were held together by wire and prayer. He had been here for three years....

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