The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain hammered the slate roof in a rhythm that felt less like weather and more like a warning. Elias Thorne stood in the courtyard, his fingers white-knuckled around a rusted iron key. It was cold, heavier than it looked, and it smelled of old blood and wet iron. He had pulled it from his father’s coat pocket three days ago, after the funeral, when the silence in the house had become so loud...

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