The Wistful Show
The order weighed four ounces, a small, heavy thing sealed in wax that Elias Thorne counted in his mind as he moved, four ounces of paper and duty that had to reach Major Vance before the sun came up, a task that felt less like a message and more like a physical weight pressing against his spine. The trench was a wet, dark throat, the mud clinging to his boots with a suction that made every...
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