The Golden Myth
The wind did not howl so much as it screamed, a high, thin shriek that tore at the frayed edges of the ceremonial sash tied around Sergeant Major Elias Thorne’s waist, a sash of crimson silk that had once symbolized the unyielding strength of the nation but now felt, in the biting cold of the December morning, like a bandage wrapped around a bone that had long since shattered. He stood on the...
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