The Wistful Witness

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the gravel road into a slurry of mud and broken stones, and Elias Thorne sat in the back of the military transport, his hands wrapped around a brass compass that had belonged to his father, feeling the vibration of the engine in his teeth as the vehicle lurched over a pothole that threatened to send them all...

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