The Golden Master
The notice pinned to the corkboard above the desk read: Effective immediately, all personnel are to report to the checkpoint at dawn for the final rotation before the autumn fog sets in. Michalis Fotopoulos stared at the paper, the ink still wet and smelling of iron, knowing that in three days he would be free to go to his mother’s bedside, yet the weight of the uniform on his shoulders felt...
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