The Distant Ghost
The order arrived on a sheet of heavy, cream-colored paper, sealed with the crimson wax of the High Council, and it broke the silence of the northern frontier like a stone through glass. Captain Elias Thorne, thirty years old and hardened by a decade of solitary vigil in the windswept passes, read the decree twice, his eyes tracing the bureaucratic precision of the text that demanded he...
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