The Pale Exile
The letter lay on the desk, the ink still wet, the paper thin as onion skin. Captain Elias Thorne read it twice, his thumb rubbing the crease where the envelope had been folded. It was a rejection. His request to transfer from the border post at Karkonosze was denied due to "pending irregularities in his service record." He set the paper down and looked out the window at the snow, which had not...
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