The Wistful Skyline
The letter lay on the wet wood of the bench, the ink blurred by the November sleet, but Elias Thorne did not read it; he only stared at the signature of Captain Halloway, a jagged scrawl that felt like a verdict. It was a notice of suspension, effective immediately, for insubordination and assault on a civilian. Elias folded the paper, the crease sharp against his thumb, and tucked it into his...
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