The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

Thorne. The name hung in the air of the sheriff’s office, heavy and damp, smelling of wet wool and the distinct, metallic tang of the static that had been building in Oakhaven for three days. Elias Thorne did not look up from the pension form he was filling out. His pen hovered over the box marked *Date of Retirement*, the ink bleeding slightly into the cheap paper. Outside, the wind rattled...

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