The Distant Metropolis

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The wind in the high, drafty halls of the Blackwood Garrison did not howl so much as it scraped, a dry, skeletal sound that seemed to pick at the joints of every man who stood there. Captain Elias Thorne, fifty-two years old and stiff with the accumulated ache of thirty years’ service, stood before the gallows, his hands trembling not from fear but from the desperate, burning need to assert...

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