The Distant Legend
The letter lay on the kitchen table, its envelope torn open with a thumbnail, the paper inside stiff with the damp of a northern November. It was not a commendation, nor a discharge with honors, but a simple notice of administrative review, a form that smelled faintly of ink and indifference. Elias Thorne stood in the doorway, his hand resting on the doorframe, his fingers blackened and...
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