The Golden Quest
The mud sucked at my boots. It was thick. It was cold. I pulled my left foot free. It stuck. I pulled again. Harder. My knee buckled. Pain shot up my spine. I gasped. The rain fell in sheets. Gray. Endless. I was on the ridge. The town lay below. Fog rolled in. It swallowed the roofs. It swallowed the streets. It swallowed the world. I held my rifle. My hands shook. Not from cold. From fear. Or...
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