Chapter 89
Author: Feyonce
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Semple abruptly slammed his fist down on the desk, nearly upsetting the pots of ink and drying sand which he looked to have been using before the conversation began. He then stood up with frightening alacrity, shoving his chair backward as he did so. The captain stepped once again to the windows and resumed his former position, looking out with his hands behind his back, though they were now clenched far more tightly, as his whitening knuckles suggested.

Allison didn’t know what to say or do at that point, though he decided that just remaining quiet was probably in his best interest. Sir Roger was incensed, and had obvious reason to be so, but there was far more than his subordinates’ failures, self-reproach, or disdain for men of lower birth to account for it. It was clear to Allison that this man had come here with another burden weighing upon his mind. Recent events had only just added to the disquiet it was already causing him. What has him so distraught? Is it something he’ll e
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