The Wistful Witness

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The rain had been falling for three days before the house finally exhaled. You stand on the porch, your boots sinking into the mud that clings to the foundation like a wound that will not close. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of damp wool and old tobacco, a smell that has become indistinguishable from the scent of duty itself. You are Colonel Elias Thorne, or at least, that is what the...

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