The Distant Crown
The hum started in Elias Thorne’s teeth before he opened his mouth. It was a low, metallic vibration, like a tuning fork struck against bone. He stood before the Oakhaven Town Council, his hands clasped behind his back, feeling the phantom weight of silver on his brow. Across the mahogany table sat Silas Vane. The industrialist did not look up from his ledger. He turned a page, the sound sharp...
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