The Faded Road
The chandelier in the Great Hall had not been cleaned in three decades, a constellation of dust and dead insects that hung suspended in the amber light of the evening, and Captain Elias Thorne stood beneath it with the heavy, dull ache of a man who has carried a stone in his chest for twenty years, watching the candlelight catch the tarnish on his uniform buttons. He was sixty-two, a age that...
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