The Distant Crown
The envelope arrived on a Tuesday, the sort of day that had never mattered to Arthur Pendelton until that Tuesday. It was thick cream paper, the kind that suggests a hand pressing down hard on a nib, and it bore no return address. The stamp was a Queen Elizabeth II definitives, cancelled with a postmark from Oxford — but Arthur lived in Oxford, so that told him nothing. He turned the envelope...
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