The Distant Promise

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I dreamt of the seal. It was carved from a bone white as winter, cold against the pad of my thumb. The ink was black, not the red of command, but the black of a starless night. I pressed it into the wax. The mark was a serpent eating its own tail. I woke with the smell of iron and rot in my mouth. I am Captain Elias Thorne. Or I was. The title sits on my tongue like a stone I cannot swallow. I...

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