The Distant Nightmare
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a cold and suspended mist that clung to the brickwork of the armory and soaked through the heavy wool of Corporal Elias Thorne’s uniform until the fabric felt less like cloth and more like a second, rotting skin, binding him to the iron bars of the window he had been ordered to guard, a task that had been deemed necessary by the command...
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