The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The fog does not drift; it presses. It curls against the glass of the gatehouse like a living thing, thickening whenever a lie is spoken, thinning only when the truth is bare and cold. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-four, a border warden, and your hands are shaking as you hold the pen over the final seal of the old treaty. Outside, the wind howls, but inside, the air is still, heavy with the...

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