The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The ink on the stamp was black. It smelled of iron and dried blood. Elias stood before the heavy oak desk, his hand hovering over the leather-bound ledger. His fingers were trembling. Not from cold, though the office was drafty in November. The tremor came from within, a fine vibration in the marrow. He was sixty-three years old. He had been here for forty years. The walls were lined with...

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