The Distant Whispers

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The brass medal hung suspended in the air, a small, cold disc of polished metal that caught the harsh fluorescent light of the tribunal room. Elias Thorne stared at it, his fingers curled around the edge of the heavy oak table until his knuckles turned white, the silence in the room pressing against his eardrums like deep water. Across from him, General Halloway sat behind a desk that looked...

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