The Golden Greenhouse

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The ink was not merely a color to Sergeant Elias Thorne; it was a substance, a living thing that breathed against the grain of his skin. For three years, since the incident at the Northern Depot, the world had been rendered in shades of that particular, viscous blue-black. It stained his cuticles, the creases of his knuckles, and the white of his eyes, a permanent tattoo of duty that no amount...

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