The Wistful Skyline

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The ledger sat on the iron table, its spine cracked like dry earth, and Elias Thorne counted the stitches on the bandage wrapped around his left hand, one, two, three, four, each digit a small, white pin against the grey wool that held his trembling fingers together. He had been Sergeant for twenty years in the Blackwood Fortress, a tenure measured not in days but in the slow erosion of his...

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