The Wistful Saga
The cafeteria hummed. A low, electric drone. It vibrated in the floor. It vibrated in the teeth. Sergeant Major Elias Thorne sat at the end of the long table. He held a silver spoon. It was heavy. It was cold. The steel bit into his palm. He looked at the tray. Mashed potatoes. Gravy. Carrots. The colors were dull. Brown. Orange. Pale yellow. He did not smell the food. He only saw it. The spoon...
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