The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The train cut through the gray morning like a knife through wet cloth. Elias stood by the window, his breath fogging the glass. He was twelve, small for his age, with hands that shook when he tried to grip the iron railing. In his pocket, he held the ring. It was not gold. It was not silver. It was a band of dark, twisted wire, cold to the touch, pulsing with a faint, rhythmic heat that matched...

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