The Golden Quest
The mud in the trench did not just soak; it consumed. It pulled at Elias Thorne’s boots with a suction that felt less like earth and more like a living thing trying to drag him down into the dark. Rain lashed the wire overhead, turning the air into a gray slurry that stung his eyes and numbed his fingers to the point where he could no longer feel the cold steel of his rifle. He stood there,...
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