The Pale Door
The order from the Ministry arrived in a sealed envelope that smelled of wet ink and bureaucratic indifference, sitting on the cold steel desk of Elias Thorne’s command post like a stone dropped into still water. It declared the ceremonial silver belt of his late father, Major Arthur Thorne, to be classified contraband, a symbol of insubordination rather than honor, and explicitly forbade its...
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