The Distant Promise
The letter lay on the mahogany desk, its seal unbroken, the wax a dull, bruised purple that had long since lost its sheen. Captain Elias Thorne stared at it, his fingers trembling as they hovered over the paper, the iron signet ring on his left hand cold as the grave soil it had been cast from. He had come to beg for a pardon, to clear the name of the junior officer whose death had been ruled a...
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