The Wistful Silence

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The banquet hall of the Iron Spire was not built for comfort, but for the projection of order, and it smelled of ozone, stale beer, and the metallic tang of fear that clung to the wool uniforms of the men who filled it. Captain Elias Thorne sat at the head of a long, scarred oak table, his hands resting flat on the wood, fingers splayed as if trying to anchor himself against the slow, tectonic...

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