The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The mud of the trench did not merely stain your boots; it seeped into the marrow of your being, a cold, viscous fluid that replaced the blood you had been born with, turning your limbs into leaden anchors dragging you toward the bottom of a world that had forgotten how to speak anything but the language of artillery. You stood there, Margaret, your hands trembling not from the shivering cold of...

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