The Golden Crossing

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The mud of the trench was not merely wet; it was a living, hungry thing that sought to swallow the boots of Sergeant Elias Thorne whole. Above, the sky was a bruised purple, split by the sickly yellow flash of Vickers machine guns, and the air tasted of copper and ozone. Elias did not think of glory. He thought of the brass buckle on his belt, the one his wife, Sarah, had polished until it...

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