The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The mud in the Ashlands did not just soak; it held. It gripped the boots of the men who walked the trench line with a damp, suffocating intimacy, a grip that felt less like earth and more like a hand reaching up from the grave to pull them down. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood knee-deep in the slurry, his rifle held loosely against his chest, his eyes fixed on the grey wall of fog that rolled in...

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