The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The train did not stop at a station. It stopped at a frequency. Elara Vance adjusted the strap of her satchel, feeling the familiar, dull ache of the leather against her shoulder. The material was worn thin at the seams, the varnish flaking away in small, dry curls that smelled of old tobacco and rain. It was a relic, a thing of utility that had outlived its purpose, much like the passengers...

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