The Distant Affair
Thorne, get a grip on that latch, you’re making a scene. The voice of the new recruit, young Miller, echoed off the stone walls of the outpost, sharp and impatient, cutting through the thin mountain air that bit at Elias Thorne’s exposed skin. Elias did not answer; he could not, not because of shyness, but because the muscles in his left forearm had locked into a rigid knot, a silent scream of...
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