The Golden Scar
The rain fell on the grey stone of the outpost like a fine, persistent sleet, a cold mist that settled into the wool of Commander Elias Thorne’s uniform and stayed there, heavy and damp, a weight that mirrored the slow, grinding ache in his knees that had become his constant companion since the winter he lost his hearing in the left ear. He stood by the window of his small, austere office,...
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