The Wistful Mirror
The road is wet. It mirrors the sky. The sky is grey. You drive. Your hands are steady. Your heart is not. You are Major Elias Thorne. You are a soldier. You have served for twenty years. You have kept the peace. You have kept your word. Now you are driving to the capital. You are driving to the Palace. Or what remains of it. The old stone halls. The seat of power. It is a modern day. But the...
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