The Wistful Saga
Thorne. The voice was low, a gravelly rasp that cut through the hum of the generator, and I looked up from the map spread across the metal table. Major Halloway stood in the doorway of the command tent, his silhouette framed by the grey light of a pre-dawn sky that promised rain. He did not step inside. He waited for me to acknowledge the summons, his hands clasped behind his back in that...
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