The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The mist did not lift. It settled. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of iron on his tongue. He sat up in the narrow cot of his office, the desk pressing against his spine. The room was square. The walls were white. The air was still. Outside, the university campus slept under a blanket of gray fog. It was not morning. It was not night. It was the time in between, the hour when the soul forgets...

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