The Wistful Witness

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The frost did not form on the outside of the glass, but on the inside, blooming in intricate, fern-like patterns that defied the dry, biting air of the barracks. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood alone in the center of the room, his breath hanging in the cold, watching the ice creep across the pane with a slow, deliberate malice. It was November of 1893, and the silence of Fort Vane was heavy with...

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