PREVIEW
... the evening.
Training camp, administrative building, Head Instructor's office.
A kerosene lamp glowed softly, casting warm light that pushed back the shadows in the room.
Zephyr sat at a time-worn desk, pen in hand, head down as he worked through a stack of documents. The lamp's glow stretched his silhouette across the wall, tall and broad.
As he flipped through the pages, it became clear they were the personal files of the new training camp recruits.
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