The Pale Verdict
The heath was grey, a flat expanse of rot and stone that swallowed sound. Sergeant Elias Thorne marched at the head of the file, his boots sinking into the mud with a rhythmic, wet thud. He wanted to kill Kael. The order was absolute. The institutional bias that branded Kael a traitor for refusing a suicidal march into the contaminated sector had calcified into a command that could not be...
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