The Distant Affair
The stone arch of the border outpost stood against the bruised purple sky, its limestone pockmarked by decades of rain and the slow, grinding erosion of time, a monument to a duty that had long since outlived the men who swore to uphold it. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood before it, his hands clasped behind his back, the wool of his uniform worn thin at the elbows like old parchment, the fabric...
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