The Distant Crown
The glass case was cold. I placed my hand on the surface, not touching the object inside, just feeling the chill that radiated from the metal. "You’re shaking, Elias." Director Halloway stood behind me, his reflection distorted in the glass. He was a tall man, gaunt, with eyes that seemed to look through objects rather than at them. He had been at the Institute for thirty years. I had been...
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