The Pale Exile
The ledger was open on the desk, its leather cover cracked and soft from years of handling, and Elias Thorne counted the hours until dawn with the same grim precision he had once used to count ammunition for the border patrol. It was the first day of his exile, a designation that the military had preferred to "temporary reassignment to a non-commissioned observation post," but the reality was...
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