The Distant Crown
"Sign here, Elias. And here. The date is yesterday, but the ink is fresh." You look down at the sheet of paper, the heavy cream stock of the Ministry of Reclamation that feels like velvet against your fingertips, and you see your name written in your own hand, though you do not remember writing it. The room is cold, a sterile chill that seeps through the floorboards of Director Vane’s office, a...
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