The Distant Crown
The iron ring bites into your skull as you twist the valve on the steam press, the metal hot enough to blister skin if you linger too long. You are Elias Thorne, twenty-two years old, and you need five pounds by midnight. That is the sum required to settle Sarah’s medical debts, to keep the landlord from changing the locks on your small room above the chandler’s shop. The air in the Blackwood...
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