The Distant Affair
The ink bled into the parchment, a slow, dark hemorrhage that refused to dry, pooling in the grooves of the paper like old blood beneath a nail, a testament to the fact that even the most rigid of laws could be softened by the heat of a single, trembling hand, and Captain Elias Thorne sat in the dim, amber glow of the study, the heavy oak desk before him feeling less like a surface of authority...
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