The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The banquet hall smelled of roasted goose and old sweat, a thick, cloying aroma that hung in the air like a shroud over the polished mahogany tables. Colonel Elias Thorne sat at the head of the long table, his hands resting on the white linen, trembling slightly as he watched the steam rise from his untouched plate. The crystal glasses caught the gaslight, fracturing the illumination into...

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