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... p lines across the polished wood of his desk.
The folder before him bore no name, only the imperial seal and a long-faded clearance stamp. It was older than many of the officers who now served under his command.
The edges were yellowed, the binding brittle, but the contents within burned as vividly as the day they were sealed.
He had avoided this day for over twenty years.
He adjusted the stiff collar of his uniform. It was unusual for him to wear it at home, let ...
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