The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The crystal chandeliers in the Grand Hall of the Northern Command cast a fractured, diamond-like light over the long tables, illuminating the polished brass of the officers’ uniforms and the tension in the air. Elias Thorne sat rigid in his chair, his hands folded on the tablecloth, waiting for the moment his suspension would be lifted, a procedural formality he had earned through twenty years...

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