The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The mud in the trench did not smell of earth or rain, but of old rust and the metallic tang of a memory that had been scrubbed too hard until the surface wore through to the bone. Thomas Bradshaw stood knee-deep in the slurry, his uniform a tattered map of the geography he was supposed to be defending, yet which felt less like a country and more like a fever dream projected onto the wet slate...

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