The Distant Joke
The rain tasted of copper and old ash. I held the brass compass. It was warm. Too warm. My hand shook. The metal bit into my palm. I am a man who has buried men. I have cleaned blood from my boots. I have smiled at lies. I am Sergeant Elias Thorne. I am a shield. I am a wall. But tonight, the wall is crumbling. We were in the bunker. Below the city. Below the light. The air was thick. It...
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