The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The mud was black and slick, sucking at their boots with a wet, rhythmic pull that sounded like chewing. “Hold the line, Thorne,” the Lieutenant had shouted an hour ago, his voice cracking under the weight of the shrapnel that was currently tearing the sky apart. “If we break, the valley is lost. Do you understand me?” Elias Thorne had nodded, his jaw tight, his eyes fixed on the wire beyond...

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