The Golden Myth
The transfer is denied." The words hung in the air of Major Halloway’s office, heavy and dry as the dust that coated the filing cabinets, a place that smelled permanently of stale coffee and the metallic tang of old brass. Elias Thorne, forty years old and carrying the specific, grinding fatigue of a man who has spent two decades standing between nations, did not sit down when the Major...
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