The Distant Crown
"Stop it," Mara said, her voice thin and brittle, cutting through the humid air of the bakery. "You’re going to ruin the copper, Elias. If you don’t let go, I have to call the authorities. You’re not thinking clearly." Elias tried to answer, but what came out of his throat was a wet, gurgling rasp, a sound like water draining from a sink. He looked down at his hands. They were no longer hands....
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