The Golden Visit
The coach jolted over the last ridge, and Elias Thorne felt the familiar ache in his knees, a dull reminder of twenty years spent in the field. He was forty, a sergeant with a face like weathered oak, and he had come to Blackwood for a single, urgent purpose: to secure a permanent transfer for his son, Julian, away from this volatile sector before the next patrol cycle began. The border here...
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