The Distant Legend
Thorne. You’re late for the line, Thorne. The voice belonged to Captain Halloway, crisp and cold as the steel of his badge, cutting through the humid air of the banquet hall. I straightened my spine, the fabric of my uniform stiff against my sweat-dampened skin. It was the anniversary of the border’s establishment, a day of red ribbons and expensive wine, the kind of celebration that cost the...
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