The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The iron gates of the Bureau of Cognitive Hygiene groaned shut, a sound like a bone snapping under pressure. Elias Thorne stood in the fog, watching the back of his sister Mara’s coat disappear into the grey maw of the building. She was twenty-two, small and terrified, clutching a satchel that contained nothing but her identity papers and a photograph of their mother. Elias was thirty, a...

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