The Distant Nightmare
Thorne, you’re blocking the coffee maker, move your arse. The voice was not loud, but it carried the specific, grinding weight of Captain Vance’s disapproval, a sound that seemed to vibrate in the hollows of Elias Thorne’s chest before it even reached his ears, a low-frequency hum that had been his constant companion since the review board’s letter arrived three days prior, a document that had...
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