The Wistful Witness

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"Vane. Vane, you insolent wretch." The magistrate’s voice cracked through the cold air of the barracks, sharp as a whip. I was thirty-two, a border officer for twelve years, and I was sitting in the mud, my hands bound, while the grey sky pressed down on the highlands. I wanted my pension. I wanted Elara. I wanted to stop bleeding. The magistrate, a man from the south with a clean coat and a...

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