The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The iron gate held. It did not creak. It did not rust. In the damp dark of the cellar, it stood as a monument to order. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood before it. His uniform was pressed. His boots were polished. He held a ledger. The pages were blank. He waited. The air was thick. It smelled of wet stone and old copper. Above, the town slept. Below, the truth waited. Elias touched the gate. The...

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