The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The iron key was cold. It was a small, jagged thing, no longer than a thumb, but it weighed heavy in Elias’s palm. He held it up to the single shaft of moonlight that pierced the high, narrow window of the cellar. The light did not touch the key. It stopped just short, as if the air around the metal was thick with dust or memory. "Is it warm yet?" The voice came from the shadows. It was low,...

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