The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The tongs clinked against the porcelain, a sharp, metallic bite that cut through the low hum of the banquet hall. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the table, his hand steady as he distributed the roasted pheasant, the grease of the bird slicking his fingertips. The room was thick with the scent of roasted meat, beeswax, and the stale, sweet decay of too many cigars. Around him, the men of...

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