The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The crown sat on its velvet cushion like a sentence waiting to be pronounced. Edward Ashworth-Cross stood before it in the dim light of Oxford's Ashmolean back-room, where the light comes through high windows and falls at angles that make everything look half-remembered. He was thirty-six years old, the kind of age at which a man begins to understand that inheritance is not a gift but a series...

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