The Golden Suspect

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The shelling did not stop so much as it changed pitch, settling into a low, grinding roar that shook the dust from the rafters of the forward depot and turned the air into a thick, grey soup of chalk and cordite. I am Elias Thorne, quartermaster, and I am writing this in the dark because the light from the streetlamps has been extinguished, leaving only the intermittent flash of artillery...

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