The Golden Song
You wake up in the mud. It is cold. The sky is wrong. It is purple and thick. You try to stand. Your legs do not work. You are a soldier. You know this. You remember the uniform. You remember the weight of the rifle. You do not remember how you got here. A voice speaks. It is high. It is sharp. It is a girl’s voice. "Get up, brother." You look down. A girl sits beside you. She is small. She is...
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