The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The ink did not dry; it grew. That was the first thing I understood, the way one understands the cold before the shiver has fully taken hold of the limbs, a knowledge that resides in the marrow rather than the mind. I sat in the high-backed chair in the office of Arthur Penhaligon, the head of the Restoration Department, and watched the black letters of my signature crawl across the parchment...

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