The Distant Promise
The iron seal sat in Magistrate Elias Thorne’s palm, cold as a river stone. It was a heavy, rectangular block of forged metal, its surface etched with the crest of the Crown, and it absorbed the warmth of his skin until his fingers felt numb. He held it over the packing crate, the lid propped open by a wedge of driftwood, and watched the dust motes dance in the shaft of grey light that cut...
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