The Distant Summer

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The winter gala at the border fortress smelled of roasted pheasant and stale wine, a thick, cloying aroma that clung to the wool of your uniform. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two, and you have spent the last four years polishing your service record until the edges were sharp enough to cut glass, all in the name of securing the permanent commission that would honor the memory of your brother,...

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