The Wistful Voyage

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"You’re confined to quarters, Sergeant. Do you understand me?" Elias Thorne stood in the doorway of the Major’s office, the wood grain of the frame pressing against his shoulder blades. The room smelled of stale tobacco and wet wool. Outside, the wind screamed against the glass, a low, continuous moan that vibrated in the floorboards. Thorne did not move. He looked at the brass button on his...

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