The Faded Road
The telegram arrived in the grey light of dawn, a small, rectangular wound in the silence of the barracks. It was addressed to Sergeant Elias Thorne, but it was the Captain who read it first, his face a mask of bureaucratic calm that did not reach the deep, tired hollows beneath his eyes. The message was terse, clipped in the style of the Ministry: "Subject: T. Vane. Status: Detained. Charge:...
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