The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The mud sucked at Elias Thorne’s boots with the tenacity of a leech, each step a negotiation between flesh and the wet, rotting earth of the Somme. He gripped his Lee-Enfield, the wood slick with rain and something darker, his knuckles white against the cold metal. The barrage had stopped, which was worse than the noise, because the silence meant the next shell was already in the air, invisible...

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