The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

Thorne, you bastard, get down! The shout came from behind me, muffled by the wet earth and the thunder of the guns, but I knew the voice, or I thought I did, until the next shell tore the air above my head and sent a shower of mud into my eyes. I did not move. I could not move. My hand was pressed flat against the face of a grey granite boulder, the chisel in my other fist trembling not from...

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