The Distant Garden
The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the mud around the foundations of the barracks into a thick, sucking paste that held the boots of every man who stepped into it. Sergeant Major Elias Thorne stood by the window of his office, watching the water streak down the glass in long, erratic lines. He did not look at the men filing past the doorway, nor did he look at the report in his...
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