The Wistful Letter
The seal was broken, and the ink had dried in a way that did not match the date on the envelope. Elias Thorne sat on the edge of his cot in the temporary barracks, the paper trembling in his fingers, and watched the wax fragment crumble under his thumbnail. He had served under Colonel Halloway for twelve years, long enough to know the specific weight of a man’s signature, but this letter, meant...
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