The Wistful Witness

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The fog did not roll in so much as it settled, a heavy, grey wool that smothered the jagged teeth of the borderlands. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the clearing, his boots sinking into the wet peat, the cold seeping through the thin soles of his service shoes. He held the compass in his left hand, the brass casing warm against his palm, humming with a low, vibrational thrum that he...

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