The Golden Mirror
The muzzle flash of the rifle did not illuminate the night so much as it tore a jagged hole in the darkness, a brief, violent aperture through which the world revealed its skeletal truth before collapsing back into the suffocating black. Sergeant Elias Thorne felt the recoil strike the heel of his hand, a familiar, punishing thud that traveled up the bone and settled in the marrow, a physical...
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