The Distant Whispers

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain stretched tight against the windows of the barracks, blurring the world into a smear of wet slate and bruised sky. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood before the mirror, adjusting the brass buttons of his uniform, the metal cold against his fingers. He was a man carved from the same stone as the hills outside, broad and silent, with eyes that had...

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