The Faded Guest
Act I "You're indispensable, Crescencio. Don't be a child about it." Sergeant Crescencio Solórzano stood in the corridor outside the Major’s office, the cold air of the barracks biting at his knuckles. He had spent the last three days polishing the brass on the front gates, the metal growing warm under his cloth, only to be told that his transfer to the coastal garrison was a waste of...
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