The Faded River
The discharge petition lay on the scarred oak desk, its edges yellowed with age, a fragile rectangle of paper that seemed to absorb the grey light filtering through the high, barred windows of Major Halloway’s office. Elias Thorne stood before it, his hands resting on the cold wood, fingers trembling not from age but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that had settled over the room,...
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