The Faded Root
The reprimand arrived on a Tuesday, the paper brittle and yellowed with age, bearing the seal of the Border Command and the ink stain of a bureaucratic finger that had long since stopped caring about the men it stamped. Elias Thorne stood in the damp silence of his outpost, the wood of the doorframe sweating cold moisture against his palms, while Major Halloway, a man whose uniform fit him as...
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