The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The document lay on the mahogany desk, a thin slip of cream-colored paper that smelled of stale ink and lavender. Elias Thorne stared at the signature line, the space waiting for his name like a mouth opening to swallow. He was thirty-four years old, an engineer by trade, a refugee by circumstance, and currently a man standing in the gilded rotunda of the Sovereign’s court, his spine aching...

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