Chapter 11: Echoes in the Dockyard
Two years later, the weight of the governorship pressed down on me like a physical burden. My days were a blur of meetings, legislation, and [more…]
Two years later, the weight of the governorship pressed down on me like a physical burden. My days were a blur of meetings, legislation, and [more…]
The rain poured down, washing over the dilapidated docks, blurring the edges of the grim landscape. I stood there, Governor Arthur Pendelton, a man who [more…]