The Faded Apartment

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The order of the day was posted at six, but the ink was still wet, glistening in the draft that cut through the stone corridor of the Blackwood Keep. Captain Elias Thorne stood before the board, his fingers twitching against the cold iron of his service medal, a heavy brass star that had earned its weight in the mud of the Northern Front. He was thirty-four years old, a man whose face was...

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