The Distant Summer

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Thorne. The name hung in the air of the briefing room, sharp and cold, spoken by Colonel Vance with the weary precision of a man reading a file he had already decided to discard. Elias stood at the front of the room, his boots planted firmly on the scuffed linoleum. He did not flinch. He had learned, in twelve years of border service, that flinching was a confession. The room smelled of stale...

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