The Distant Promise

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The ink in my fountain pen is drying up, a sluggish brown ooze that matches the color of the fluid seeping from the mortar joints of this godforsaken outpost, and I am writing this by the light of a tallow candle that burns with a sickly, yellow hiss, because the electric lamps have been dead for three days, just like the silence that has settled over the men in the barracks. My name is Elias...

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