The Distant Nightmare
The ice on the grand staircase of the Chancery did not merely freeze; it shattered. It was a sound like a bone snapping inside a drum, a brittle, violent crack that echoed through the vaulted hall of the Ministry of Internal Order. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the center of the fracture, his boots slipping on the jagged shards that had erupted from the polished surface. He was not a man...
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