The Wistful Dinner

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Thorne! The name was not his own, or rather, it was not the name he had worn for twelve years of service. It was a summons from the mud, from the dark, from the thing standing in the window. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the courtyard of the besieged farmhouse, the air thick with the smell of wet wool and rotting straw. His rifle jammed. He kicked the mechanism, the metal cold and slick...

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