The Wistful Dinner

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The fog had rolled in from the moor, a thick, grey shroud that swallowed the stone walls of the barracks whole, erasing the horizon until the world was nothing but a tight, suffocating circle of wet stone and the smell of damp wool and old iron. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood by the window, his hand resting on the cold glass, watching the mist swirl in the courtyard below. It was a cold,...

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