The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The mortar lands in the trench behind you, shaking the earth so violently that the mud turns to liquid slate, and you stand there, your rifle raised, your heart a drum beaten by the rhythm of a war that has no end. You are a soldier, but not of this world, nor of the one you knew before the rain began to fall sideways. The air smells of ozone and crushed lavender, a scent that does not belong...

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