The Distant Crown
"You lost the seal, didn't you?" The voice was quiet. It drifted across the table like smoke. I did not look up from the file. The paper was thin. It felt cold against my fingers. I kept my eyes on the ink. The black letters swam. They formed a name. My name. But it was written in a hand that was not mine. "Define lost," I said. My voice was flat. It was the voice of a man who has been shouting...
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