The Distant Crown
The pen hovered over the file folder, its tip trembling slightly against the paper, a small, involuntary spasm of the hand that had held a service weapon for twenty years without such hesitation. I was trying to sign the commendation for the dockside raid, the one that was supposed to clear my name after the incident three years prior, but the ink would not flow as it should. The room was...
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