The Golden Farce
The dream came to Sergeant Elias Thorne not as a vision of glory, but as a suffocating static, a white noise that pressed against the eardrums with the physical weight of a collapsing star, and within that roaring void, the only thing that remained solid, the only thing that did not dissolve into the terrifying, featureless white, was the cold, heavy, irrevocable weight of the service pistol in...
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