The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The transfer request form sat on the desk, its edges soft from being handled too many times, and Elias Thorne traced the faded ink of his signature with a thumb that ached from the cold seeping through the wool of his glove. He wanted the northern outpost, the quiet, the silence that did not smell of rust and old blood, but Major Vance stood behind him, his shadow falling heavy across the...

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