The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The train hissed, a long, metallic exhale that tasted of rust and wet coal. Elias Thorne stood at the platform edge, his coat flapping in the November wind. He was a man of small, precise habits, a technician of the soul who measured his life in minutes and meters. He had crossed the sea on a cargo vessel, leaving behind the grey hills of Yorkshire, not to find a new home, but to escape the...

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