The Distant Crown
The rain did not fall so much as it pressed against the single, grimy pane of the observation deck, a relentless, gray thumb smearing the view of the city below into a blur of neon and shadow. Elias Thorne, Senior Archivist of the Municipal Records Department, sat in the high-backed leather chair that had belonged to his predecessor, a man who had vanished into the fog three winters ago, and he...
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