The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rifle stock cracked against my temple. It wasn't pain. It was cold. A deep, structural cold that seeped into the bone and stayed there. I dropped the weapon. It clattered on the wet gravel of the trench. The sound was too loud. Too final. "Stay down," the voice said. It was Corporal Miller. He stood over me. His face was a mask of mud and exhaustion. His eyes were wide. Not with anger. With...

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