The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The mist was thick enough to taste, a cold, metallic tang that coated the back of my throat as I stood at the edge of the cliff. Below me, the valley did not look like the maps in the War Office suggested; it was a churning sea of gray fog where the trees stood like broken teeth. I adjusted the strap of my rifle, the leather creaking in the silence. I was not a soldier by choice, but by...

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