The Golden Song
The rain hit the mud with a sound like tearing canvas, a wet, ragged noise that swallowed the crack of the rifle bolt and the thud of the body. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the center of the checkpoint, his boots sunk to the ankle in the slurry, watching the blood pool around the smuggler’s feet. The man had dropped the crate, a standard military surplus box, and had tried to run, but the...
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