The Faded Attic
The document lay on the mahogany table, its edges crisp and white against the dark wood, bearing the seal of the Ironclad Corps and a signature in ink that had barely dried. Captain Elias Thorne read it twice, his eyes tracing the line that granted him the rank of Colonel, a title that carried with it a pension of forty pounds a month, enough to keep the fever from his daughter’s bedside and...
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