The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain had been falling for three days, a grey, persistent sheet that turned the cobblestones of the street into a mirror of broken light. Inside the workshop, the air smelled of old varnish, beeswax, and the metallic tang of brass filings. Elias Thorne sat at his workbench, his hands, usually so steady that they could feel a tremor in a clock spring from across the room, now resting heavily...

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