The Wistful Witness

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The water was black and thick as oil. It pressed against Elias Thorne’s face, sealing his mouth, filling his lungs with a cold, metallic taste. He thrashed, but the current was indifferent, a heavy hand pinning him to the silt. He woke gasping, the sheets soaked with sweat, the air in the small barracks room stale and smelling of old sweat and iron. The damp patch on his shirt, a dark star...

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