The Distant Affair
The ink on the ledger page was still wet, a dark smear that seemed to bleed into the grain of the paper, and Elias Thorne’s thumb pressed against the edge of the desk to keep it from sliding as he watched the commanding officer circle a name with a red pen. The air in the outpost office was thick with the scent of tallow and damp wool, a cold that seeped through the single pane of glass and...
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