The Golden Circuit
The iron taste of blood was thick on his tongue, metallic and warm, pooling in the corners of his mouth as he forced his body upward against the weight of the world. Sergeant Elias Thorne did not think about the pain in his left shoulder, where the bone had shattered and reset itself with a sickening crunch moments before; he thought only of the mud beneath his knees, the cold dampness seeping...
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