The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The frost had not yet touched the high ground of Oakhaven, but the air in Elias Thorne’s archive tasted of iron and rot. He sat at his desk, a slab of oak so old the grain had turned to stone, and stared at the object in his palm. It was a seed, no larger than a lentil, wrapped in cloth that had yellowed with three years of neglect. Elias was forty, a man of precise habits and failing health,...

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