The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The mud sucks at your boots. It is a cold, wet thing. It clings. It wants to pull you down. You are not alone in the trench. There is Miller to your left. There is Evans to your right. They are breathing hard. The air tastes of iron and old rain. Your hands are shaking. Not from the cold. You feel the weight of the rifle. It is heavy. It is real. It is the only thing that makes sense right now....

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