The Distant Crown
The house was loud. It hummed with a low, electric thrum that vibrated in the teeth. Candles guttered in the windless air. The guests laughed. The laughter sounded like dry leaves scraping across pavement. Elias stood by the fireplace. He held a glass of wine. He did not drink. He watched the flames. They ate the wood. They turned the logs to ash. He knew the smell. He knew the heat. It was not...
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