The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The mud of the Somme did not smell of rain, but of iron and rot, a thick, clinging paste that sucked at the boots of any man who dared to move. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the trench, his knuckles white around a rusted iron spoon he had pried from the hand of a dead officer hours before, the metal warm against his palm as if it still held the heat of a living body. He was thirty-four years...

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