The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The mud is cold against your kneecaps, a dense, sucking slurry that pulls at your boots like a living thing trying to drag you down into the earth. You are in the middle of a firefight, or what the tactical manuals call one, though it feels less like combat and more like a fever dream where the air tastes of copper and wet ash. Your rifle is heavy, a dead weight in your hands, the polymer stock...

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