The Wistful Witness

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The rain fell in sheets of grey iron. It hammered the slate roof of the barracks. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood by the window. His hands were still. They had not moved since dawn. The glass was cracked. A web of fractures spread from the center. It looked like a spider dying on the pane. Or a map of veins. "Is it done?" The voice came from the corner. Captain Sterling. He sat in the high-backed...

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