The Golden Downtown
The mud of the Somme does not care for your rank, nor for the polished brass of your collar, nor for the cold, hard certainty that you are the one who must hold the line while the world dissolves into grey mist and screaming steel. You are Sergeant Elias Thorne, and you are standing in a crater that smells of wet rot and old blood, your rifle leveled at a shadow that moves with the erratic,...
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