The Wistful Show
The rain lashed against the reinforced glass of the observation deck, a relentless, staccato drumming that seemed to vibrate through the very marrow of Major Elias Thorne’s bones as he stood there, watching the men below drill in the muddy courtyard, their movements synchronized in a terrifying, mechanical precision that stripped away every shred of individuality, every whisper of a soul, until...
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