The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The transfer order sat on the table, its edges softened by the damp air of the barracks. Sergeant Elias Thorne held the paper in his left hand, the ink still wet, while his right hand gripped a glass of cheap whiskey. He was forty-two years old, and his knees ached with the particular stiffness that came from twenty years of marching in heavy boots. The room was thick with the smell of boiled...

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