The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

Thorne, Thorne, you’re behind on the requisitions, and the Major is waiting for the inventory of the flour stores by noon. The voice of Sergeant Miller echoed off the peeling wallpaper of the office, a sharp crack that cut through the low, rhythmic thud of artillery fire vibrating from the distant frontier, a sound that had become so constant it was less a noise than a pressure against Elias...

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