The Faded Road
The orchid was dying in the corner of the high commissioner’s office, its petals curling inward like fists clenching around a secret. Captain Elias Thorne stood before the mahogany desk, his uniform immaculate, his spine a rigid line of defense against the silence that hung in the air. He did not breathe. To breathe would be to admit that he was afraid, and Elias Thorne did not know how to be...
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