The Distant Crown
The gala was a cacophony of silverware and laughter, a shimmering sea of silk and ambition that stretched across the grand hall of the Meridian Hotel. Colonel Elias Thorne stood near the edge of the floor, a glass of untouched wine in his hand, watching the light catch the crystalline chandeliers above. To the guests, he was a pillar of stability, a man who had brought order to the chaotic...
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