The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The ink was still wet on the vellum when Elias Thorne heard the heavy oak door of the Magistrate’s office creak open. He did not look up from his work, his quill moving in precise, technical strokes to define the northern ridge of Oakhaven, a line that had existed in his mind for six years since his brother Julian vanished into the fog. The room smelled of damp stone and old paper, a scent that...

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