The Distant Crown
The cafeteria of the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s Regional Office in Quantico hummed with the low, electric thrum of fluorescent lights and the clatter of plastic trays, a sound that Captain Elias Thorne had long ago learned to interpret not as noise but as the static background of a world that refused to stop spinning even when he wanted it to. He sat at the end of a long, scarred...
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