The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The snow was coming down in thick, gray sheets that erased the horizon and turned the world into a white void where the only thing that mattered was the next step, the next breath, the next second of survival against the cold that bit into the marrow of a man’s bones. Thomas Bradshaw walked with a limp that had never healed, a souvenir from the trenches of the Somme where he had learned that...

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