The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The fog in Oakhaven did not merely obscure; it swallowed, a thick, grey wool that pressed against the windowpanes of the archive until the glass groaned under the weight of the unknown. Elias Thorne, forty years old and hunched over a desk that smelled of mildew and old ink, held the cracked porcelain crown in his gloved hands, his fingers trembling not from cold but from the vibration that...

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