The Golden Quest
Thorne, you are a disgrace to the uniform, and I want your resignation on my desk before the sun sets on this wretched Tuesday. The voice of Major Vance did not shout; it cut, a clean, surgical severance of the air in the breakroom where the coffee machine gurgled its mechanical, endless complaint. Elias Thorne stood with his back to the door, his knuckles white around the handle of a steel...
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