The Wistful Saga
The first thing he noticed was the silence of the heater. "Thorne, you’re bleeding on the linoleum," Vance said, his voice flat and devoid of the usual cadence of command. He stood by the door of the medical bay, a glass of water in his hand, watching the dark stain spread across the pale, institutional floor. Elias Thorne sat on the examination table, his left hand resting on the white sheet,...
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