The Wistful Show
The transfer is denied, Sergeant. Elias Thorne stood on the wet gravel of the Blackwood Asylum forecourt, the November rain slicking his tunic until it clung to his ribs like a second skin. He looked up at Colonel Vance, who stood under the eaves of the administration block, his face half-hidden in the shadow of the doorway. Thorne had wanted this posting for six months. He had believed it was...
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