The Wistful Skyline
The transfer order was damp in Elias Thorne’s pocket, the ink already smearing under the weight of his thumb. "You’re moving north, Elias," Major Vance said, not looking up from his desk, where a stack of personnel files sat tied with a rubber band. "The outpost at Kestrel Ridge. It’s quiet. Good for a man who needs to listen to his heart." Elias stood rigid, the fluorescent light of the...
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