The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The mud was red. Not the brown slurry of the riverbank, but a thick, arterial crimson that clung to the boots like wet fur. Elias stood in the trench, the earth shaking beneath his knees. He did not flinch. He had not flinched in three days. The shelling had stopped an hour ago, leaving a silence so heavy it pressed against the eardrums like a physical weight. Around him, the men lay still. Not...

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