The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The mirror cracked. It did not shatter. It split. A single, hairline fracture ran from the top left corner to the bottom right. It was precise. Surgical. Elias stared at it. He held his breath. The air in the room was thick. Dust motes danced in the slant of afternoon light. He was a man of fifty. His hands were rough. They smelled of iron and oil. He had spent thirty years in the family...

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