The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The mud of the trench was not merely dirt but a living, sucking entity that had consumed our boots, our spirits, and the very concept of time, holding us in a grey purgatory where the air tasted of cordite and wet iron, and I stood there, soaked to the bone in a uniform that felt less like fabric and more like a second skin of rust, watching the horizon bleed a bruised purple under the...

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