The Golden Maze
The seal was broken. Elias Thorne held the parchment up to the grey light of the outpost’s command office, his fingers trembling not from the cold, but from the violation. The wax, once a deep, authoritative red, was cracked, a jagged scar across the face of the High Court’s decree. He looked at Commander Halloway, a man whose uniform was pressed so sharply it seemed to cut the air, and waited...
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