The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The brass key was cold in Elias’s palm, a small, heavy thing that felt like a bone he had pulled from a dead man’s hand. He sat at his desk in the Municipal Records Office, the fluorescent lights humming a low, sick note above him, and stared at the empty slot where his pension file should have been. The air in the room was thick, smelling of damp plaster and old paper, a scent that had begun...

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