The Distant Crown
"Do you think they know what they are doing, Elias? Or are they just following the script until the ink runs dry?" The question hung in the air, brittle and sharp, cutting through the heavy, stale scent of pipe tobacco and old paper that permeated the study of the Holloway estate. Elias did not look up from the ledger he was balancing, his quill scratching a rhythmic, metronomic screech against...
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