The Distant Crown
The gray stone of the Ministry building stood like a tombstone against the pale winter sky, its windows dark and unyielding. Elias Thorne adjusted the leather case under his arm, the weight of it a familiar, heavy secret against his hip. He was forty-two, a clerk himself, a man who had spent the last two decades filling out forms for others while his own life remained suspended in the air,...
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