The Wistful Dinner

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The mud of Oakhaven was a living thing, a grey slurry that sucked at the boots of Sergeant Elias Thorne as he marched into the town square. It was November, 1912, and the air tasted of coal smoke and wet iron. Thorne was thirty-four years old, his face a map of scars earned in the trenches of the continent, but his eyes were clear, focused on the single objective that had driven him north for...

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