The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The paper was damp, the ink of the charge blurred into a grey smear that looked less like words and more like a wound. Elias Thorne held it by the corner, his thumb pressing against the wetness, feeling the cold seep into the skin of his hand. It was a simple document, a list of grievances, but to the men huddled in the trench sector of Zouave Wood, it was a death sentence wrapped in...

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