The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain did not wash the mud away; it only made the border line blur. Elias Thorne stood in the grey slurry of the decommissioned outpost, his hands trembling so violently that he could not keep his rifle steady. The tremors were not from the cold, though the November air bit through his coat. They were the first honest lies his body was telling him, the early signs of the disease that the...

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