The Distant Promise
The ledger held three years of silence, itemized in ink that had faded to the color of dried blood. Elias Thorne counted the entries in his head, each one a day his wife had spent in the damp cells beneath the garrison, a debt that grew heavier with every passing hour. He stood before General Halloway’s desk, the wood polished by the hands of men who had forgotten how to look at another human...
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