The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The knee ached. It was a dull, wet throb that lived behind the bone, a constant reminder of the damp stone floor. I sat in the corner of the holding cell. The walls were gray. The air smelled of rust and stale sweat. I was a prisoner here. Not for a crime I had committed, but for a crime the system saw in me. They called it insubordination. I called it silence. My name is Elias Thorne. I was...

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