The Distant Temple
The parchment was thick, heavy as a lead weight in my palm, the ink still wet with the bureaucratic finality of the Imperial Tribunal. I read the sentence twice, the words blurring under the flickering tallow light: *Silas Vane, Captain of the Guard, is hereby condemned for treasonous mutiny and cowardice in the face of the enemy. Execution by dawn.* I folded the paper, the crease sharp against...
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