The Distant Crown
The heavy oak door of the observation cell, which had not been opened in three days, groaned open with a sound like a dying beast, admitting a sliver of fluorescent light that cut through the perpetual gloom where Major Elias Thorne sat, his hands bound behind his back, waiting for the verdict that had already been passed in the minds of his superiors. He was a man who had spent thirty years in...
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