The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The train cut through the mist like a blade through silk. I held the ledger. It was cold. Heavy. Bound in leather. The pages smelled of dust and old blood. I was a scholar of the archive. I knew the weight of truth. I did not know its cost. The city rose before us. Iron and steam. The year was one thousand eight hundred and ninety-three. The air tasted of coal. We were moving toward the...

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