The Distant Crown
Dr. Thorne. The voice cut through the grey mist of the morning, sharp and impatient, belonging to Nurse Gable who stood in the doorway of the examination room holding a tray of instruments that clinked with every step she took. Elias blinked, the residual dream of gold dissolving into black bile still clinging to the edges of his vision, a sticky residue that made the harsh fluorescent light of...
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