The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the moor into a sucking, brown mouth that swallowed our boots with a wet, rhythmic crunch. I walked at the head of the small patrol, the weight of my mail coat heavy on my shoulders, the iron buckle of my belt digging into my hip. Behind me, the silence was not empty. It was filled with the breathing of the men, the creak of leather, and the low,...

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