The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The mud in the valley was not merely dirt; it was a living, sucking thing that tried to pull my boots into the earth with a hunger that felt personal. I was bleeding from a cut above my left eye, the blood hot and viscous, mixing with the rain until I could no longer tell where my body ended and the landscape began. My rifle, a battered M4 with a stock worn smooth by decades of grip and sweat,...

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