The Pale Tale
"Thorne, you are relieved of duty." The words hit the back of my throat like a swallowed stone. Major Vance stood by the stove, his uniform immaculate, a stark contrast to the sleet hammering the single window of the outpost. I was thirty-two years old, and I had served eight years on this ridge, but then, I felt like a boy who had been caught stealing apples. The stove ticked and popped, the...
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