The Distant Promise
Thorne. The name was shouted from the dark, a jagged thing that cut through the steady, rhythmic drumming of rain against the tin roof of the outpost. Elias Thorne did not turn. He stood in the mud, his boots sinking into the slick earth, and watched the figure of his supervisor, Sergeant Miller, step out of the gloom. Miller’s flashlight beam swept the perimeter, a pale, searching eye that...
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