The Golden Oath
14 July 1916. The mud of the Somme does not care for rank, nor for the thirty years of service that have turned my bones into brittle things. I am Colonel Elias Thorne, and I am dying by inches, my heart a traitor in my chest, skipping its beat like a clock with a broken spring. I have a sealed letter in my breast pocket, addressed to Clara, my wife, a promise of fidelity written in ink that...
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