The Distant Legend

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb and stale smoke. Commander Elias Thorne stood by the window. Rain lashed the glass. It was a cold night. The year was 1924. The war was over. But the war was not gone. Elias wore his uniform. The tunic was stiff. The buttons were brass. They caught the light from the chandelier. He looked at the other men. They laughed. They drank. They forgot. Elias did...

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