The Faded Frontier
The seal was red wax, stamped with the crest of the Crown, but the color had faded to the dull, rusted hue of old blood. Elias held it between his thumb and forefinger, the texture gritty against his skin. It was a physical object, heavy with lead and ash, a symbol of authority that had outlasted the men who had pressed it into existence. In the dim light of the barracks, the seal looked less...
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