The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The brass buckle of my belt sat in my palm, cold and tarnished, the metal biting into my skin as I tried to tighten it against the swelling of the bandage wrapped around my stump. It was a small, circular thing, engraved with the regimental crest, and holding it felt like holding the last solid piece of the world I had known. I am writing this from Field Hospital Nine, a place that smells of...

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