The Faded Road
Thorne, you are late for the appeal hearing, and the light in the corridor is already failing. Colonel Halloway did not look up from the desk, his pen scratching a rhythmic, dry note against the paper, a sound that seemed to scrape directly against Elias Thorne’s skull. The air in the office smelled of stale tobacco and the particular, dusty dryness of old paper, a scent that Elias had...
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