The Wistful Voyage
The chandeliers in the Imperial War Office’s main hall burned with a fierce, artificial gold, casting long, trembling shadows across the polished floor where the brass buttons of a hundred officers caught the light. Captain Elias Thorne stood near the center of the room, his hand resting on the hilt of his ceremonial sword, though his gaze was fixed unblinkingly on the tall, frost-rimmed window...
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