The Distant Affair
The hand of Captain Elias Thorne trembled as it held the hilt of his ceremonial sword, the steel cold and unyielding against his palm, a physical anchor in a room where the air seemed to have thickened into a viscous, black syrup. He stood before the Great Mirror of the Hall of Whispers, a slab of polished obsidian set into the gilded plaster of the Imperial Court, and watched as his own...
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