The Wistful Voyage

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The rain hammered against the high, narrow windows of the infirmary, a relentless drumming that drowned out the moans of the wounded. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood over the boy, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. The boy was sixteen, no more, his face a smear of blood and mud, his eyes wide and terrified. Elias wanted to kill him. The order was explicit: execute the spy before dawn. But...

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