The Faded Dust
Thorne. The name was spat across the corridor like a piece of dirty laundry, stripped of its rank and its dignity by the sheer force of Captain Halloway’s contempt. It hung in the air, thick with the smell of coal dust and damp wool, before the heavy oak door slammed shut, sealing Elias inside the narrow confines of the barracks cell. He sat on the edge of the cot, the wood splintering faintly...
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