The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain hit the pavement in sheets. It was cold. Not winter cold. Just wet. The kind that gets into the bones. Elias sat in the back of the cab. He watched the city blur. Neon signs bled into the gray. Red. Blue. Green. A smear of light. He wore a suit that was too tight. The wool itched. He ignored it. His phone buzzed. A text. No name. Just a location. A parking garage. Level four. He knew...

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