The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The mud was cold. It sucked at his boots. Sergeant Elias Thorne pulled the rifle up. The barrel shook. He did not aim. He fired. The round went wide. It struck the earth. Dirt flew. He dropped the weapon. It clattered on the wet ground. He lay in the trench. Rain hammered his face. This was the town of Oakhaven. Or what remained of it. It was a place of stone and shadow. The buildings leaned...

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