The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain against the windowpane of the estate was not a sound but a texture, a relentless, wet friction that matched the rhythm of the machinery in the cellar. Elias Thorne sat in his study, the air thick with the scent of ozone and old paper, his fingers resting lightly on the leather-bound ledger that lay open before him. The leather was cracked, the spine fraying at the seams, the gold leaf...

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