The Golden Quest
Thorne. The word was not shouted, but it hung in the damp air of the garrison quarters with the weight of a stone dropped into still water. Captain Halloway stood by the window, his back to the room, watching the rain streak the glass, and he did not turn around when he spoke. He spoke to the wall, to the cold, to the silence that had gathered in the corners like mold. The promotion was...
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