The Wistful Voyage
The ink had dried, but the paper was still wet to the touch. "Sign here, Sergeant Thorne." The clerk did not look up from his ledger. His quill scratched against the parchment with a sound like a dry twig snapping. "It is merely a formality for the promotion. Captain, that is. You have served your time. The Court is generous." Elias Thorne stared at the line. It was a simple stroke, a black...
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