The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The mark was on my thumb. A small, black scab. It had been there for six days. I rubbed it. It did not bleed. It itched like a wasp stung under the skin. "We are losing the contract, Elias." Arthur’s voice was dry. He sat behind the mahogany desk, a wall of brown wood and old paper. He did not look up. He was polishing a brass gear with a rag. The sound was soft. A rhythmic shush. Shush....

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