The Faded Paradox
The crystal chandeliers of the regimental ballroom cast a fractured, glittering light over the polished oak floor, illuminating the stiff collars of the officers who moved in tight, conspiratorial clusters. I stood near the service entrance, my hands clasped behind my back, watching Colonel Halloway sweep through the crowd with the predatory grace of a man who had never once doubted his right...
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