The Faded Quadrant

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The parchment lay on the oak table, its edges yellowed and brittle as the skin of a dried apple, bearing the seal of the 14th Regiment and the heavy, bureaucratic weight of a commendation that Sergeant Elias Thorne refused to sign because the ink was wet and the words, though formal, felt like a lie carved into his throat. He stood rigid in the damp, candlelit barracks, the air thick with the...

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