The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a gray curtain drawn tight against the windows of the Citadel. Inside, the air was stale, thick with the scent of old paper and damp wool. Julian Vance stood at the center of the circular chamber, his boots polished to a mirror shine, his uniform pressed so sharp it seemed to cut the air around him. He was a man of sixty winters, though his...

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