The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

We fight in the grey. The fog is thick. It tastes of iron and salt. My gun is heavy. My hands shake. I aim at the shape. It moves. It is not a man. It is a wall of static and light. I pull the trigger. The report is swallowed by the mist. "Stay down," Sergeant Miller says. His voice is calm. Too calm. I look at him. He is standing. He is holding a compass. The needle spins. "We are lost," he...

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