The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-22 17:15:21 -

Thorne, stop that. The voice was not loud, but it cut through the hum of the generator outside the tent with the precision of a blade. Sergeant Elias Thorne froze, his hand still resting on the rusted brass casing of the compass he had found in his father’s effects three days prior. He stood up, brushing the red dust from his trousers, and looked at Lieutenant Miller, who was sitting on a...

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