The Wistful Witness

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The red scarf hung suspended in a void of absolute, colorless white, its silk threads unraveling into a mist that smelled of copper and old blood, and Sergeant Elias Thorne reached for it with hands that were not his own, fingers elongating like the branches of a winter ash tree, desperate to grasp the fabric that was the only thing tethering him to the men he had left behind on the border...

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