The Distant Legend
The rain in the garrison of Blackwood Hollow did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the coal dust that choked the air into a black paste that seeped into the pores of the skin and the fibers of the wool uniforms, creating a permanent, soot-stained identity for every man who lived within its stone walls. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat on the edge of his narrow cot, the...
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