The Distant Affair
The Captain. Elias Thorne froze. The voice came from the shadows of the infirmary corridor, low and dry as old parchment. He turned, his boots scraping against the damp flagstones. Silas, the Chief Warden, stood leaning against the stone pillar. He did not look up. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his grey tunic, a garment that cost less than a day’s labor in the lower mines. "Captain...
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