The Distant Affair
The iron lantern hung in the center of the vaulted ceiling, a heavy, blackened sphere of wrought metal that had not been lit in a century, yet which the men of the station swore cast a shadow that moved independently of the light in the room. Captain Elias Thorne stood before it, his hand resting on the hilt of his regulation sword, feeling the cold dampness of the basement air seep through the...
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