The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The house breathed. It was a slow, rhythmic exhalation of dust and old timber, a sound that Elias Thorne had come to know as well as his own heartbeat. He stood in the center of the great hall, the floorboards groaning beneath the weight of his solitary presence. The air was thick with the scent of decay and beeswax, a preservation that felt less like care and more like embalming. Outside, the...

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