The Wistful Witness

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The rain fell on the courtyard like a judgment. Elias Thorne stood at the gate. He watched the wagon leave. The mud clung to the wheels. The horses were blind with mist. He did not wave. He did not speak. He held his rifle by his side. The wood was slick. The steel was cold. He was a Sergeant. That was his name in the ledger. That was his name in the world. He had worn the uniform for twelve...

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