The Distant Nightmare

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The air in the Garrison Hall tasted of copper and stale beer. It was a thick, industrial tang, the kind that settled in the lungs of a man who had spent thirty years breathing the soot of the coal mills before he traded his lungs for a uniform. Captain Elias Thorne stood by the long oak table, his hands resting on the polished surface. He watched the crowd. They were young. Their faces were...

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