The Distant Clue
Thorne, you are dismissed from your post for the evening, and I expect a written explanation by dawn regarding the state of Cell Four." The words hung in the damp air of the outpost’s common room, heavy and cold. I sat at the table, my hands folded over a mug of tea that had gone lukewarm an hour ago, watching the steam curl and dissipate against the low ceiling. Major Halloway stood by the...
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