The Golden Myth
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, gray mist that soaked into the wool of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s greatcoat and settled deep in the marrow of his bones, a persistent, cold companion that had accompanied him since the day the war ended and left him with nothing but a pension that barely covered the rent and a silence that was louder than the artillery had ever been. He...
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