The Distant Blade
"You are relieved of your duties." The words hung in the air. They were short. Cold. They had no weight. I looked at the uniform on my back. It was wool. Heavy. It smelled of sweat and iron. I had worn it for twenty years. The cloth had thinned at the elbows. The brass buttons were dull. I looked at the man speaking. He was Colonel Halloway. His face was pale. He held a piece of paper in his...
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