The Distant Metropolis
The letter lay on the scarred oak table, its seal broken, the ink still damp with the urgency of a command that had traveled three hundred miles to reach the garrison. I read it twice, the words blurring into a rhythmic throb that matched the hammering of my own pulse, and then I looked up at Sergeant Major Vance, who stood by the window with his back to the light, his shadow stretching long...
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