The Distant Garden

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The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed against the glass of the observation deck, a grey, relentless curtain that blurred the horizon into a smear of mud and steel. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat in the center of the room, his back straight against the cold metal of the chair, his hands resting on his knees, still and heavy as stones. He was wearing his dress uniform, the wool thick and...

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