The Distant Crown
The van pulled away from the depot at dawn, its tires crunching on the gravel that had turned to dust under the relentless sun. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of stale coffee and damp wool, a scent that had clung to the fabric of the seats for so long it had become part of the vehicle itself. Elias sat in the back, his knees pressed against the front seats, his hands resting on his...
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