The Distant Journey
The great hall of the Ashworth estate did not merely hold the air; it devoured it, a cavernous throat of dark oak and dust where the chandeliers, heavy with crystals that had long since lost their sparkle, hung like suspended judgments over the assembled court. Colonel Elias Thorne stood at the apex of this hierarchy, his uniform a patchwork of faded wool and rigid brass, the fabric strained...
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