The Wistful Letter

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The train cut through the grey afternoon like a blade through wet cloth, carrying Sergeant Elias Thorne north toward the border. He sat rigid in the corner seat, his uniform pressed and cold against his skin, the fabric whispering with every vibration of the wheel. Across the aisle, a woman with eyes the color of tarnished silver watched him. She was not looking at his face, but at his hands,...

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