The Distant Joke
The chandelier in the rotunda of the Imperial War Ministry hung like a frozen burst of light, its crystal facets catching the gaslight until the air itself seemed to shimmer with a cold, brittle brilliance. Captain Elias Thorne stood before the desk of General Aldous Vane, his posture rigid, his hands clasped behind his back with a discipline that bordered on pain. He was there for one thing,...
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