The Distant Journey
The chandelier in the Grand Hall of the Harrowgate Ironworks was a cascade of crystal and brass, refracting the amber glow of the gaslights into a thousand fractured stars that danced across the silk tablecloths, while Major Elias Thorne stood rigid in his dress uniform, his eyes fixed not on the glittering spectacle but on the signature line of the document he had just surrendered to the...
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