The Wistful Letter
The ledger on the desk weighed three pounds, a solid block of leather-bound lies that Major Halloway turned over with a gloved hand, the sound of the spine cracking sharp in the damp air. Elias Thorne had counted the hours since he left the city, four hours of wet, grey travel, and now he counted the seconds as Halloway’s finger traced a line of ink that did not exist. The uniform was not in...
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