The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The silver circlet was cold against your palm, a fragment of a larger whole that had once gleamed with the authority of kings, now jagged and dull in the mud of the chancery courtyard. You, Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old and a scribe of middling rank, clutched it as if it were a live coal, knowing that this fractured piece was the only leverage you possessed to buy your freedom from the...

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