The Distant Affair
The rain fell in sheets of ice, biting through Elias Thorne’s wool uniform until the cold felt less like a temperature and more like a verdict. He stood at the window of the outpost, watching the tree line disappear into the grey mist, his hands trembling so violently that he could not grip the glass. It was not the cold that made his fingers shake. It was the hunger. A deep, gnawing void in...
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