The Golden Song
The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, cold sheet that turned the mud outside the barracks into a soup of grey sludge, and Elias Thorne stood in the center of the room, his boots caked in that same dirt, counting the seconds until the Colonel looked up from his desk. Twelve hours he had waited in the corridor, listening to the wind batter the shutters, feeling the ache in his left...
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