The Pale Tower
The letter lay on the table, its cream paper stark against the dark oak, and Elias Thorne read it for the third time, his eyes dry and his jaw set tight enough to crack a tooth. The words were simple, bureaucratic, and absolute: his commission was suspended pending a court-martial for insubordination, a charge leveled after he had refused, in the freezing mud of the Somme, to execute a deserter...
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