The Distant Blade
The air in the barracks of the 4th Northumberland Artillery tasted of wet wool and coal dust, a heavy, gray pall that settled in the lungs and stayed there. It was the winter of 1912, and the cold had a physical weight, pressing against the thick brick walls of the garrison in Newcastle, sealing the men inside a world of iron and frost. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood by the stove, his hands...
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