The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The mud in the trench was three feet deep, a cold slurry that smelled of iron and rot. Elias Thorne counted the seconds between the thud of the shells and the sharp crack of impact, a rhythmic percussion that had become the only clock he trusted. He was thirty-four years old, a sergeant with twelve years of service, and his hands shook not from the November chill but from a phantom sweetness on...

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