The Distant Legend

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The ballroom was a throat of gold and smoke. Crystal chandeliers dripped light onto the polished parquet, reflecting the sea of silk and brocade. The air was thick with the scent of lilies, sweat, and the metallic tang of old blood. Colonel Elias Thorne stood near the center, his posture rigid, his spine a steel rod. He was a man carved from granite and duty. His uniform was immaculate, the...

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