The Wistful Witness
The letter lay on the steel table, the paper brittle and yellowed at the edges, bearing the official seal of the Department of Internal Affairs. Elias Thorne, Sergeant of the Fourth Border Company, sat in the narrow cot of his barracks, the damp cold of the stone walls seeping into his joints, and read the document for the third time. It was a formal inquiry, not an arrest, but it carried the...
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