The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain had not stopped for three days, a gray curtain that turned the glass of the Ministry of Heritage into a blurred, weeping mirror. I sat in the sub-basement vault, the air thick with the scent of ozone and old paper, my hand resting on the velvet pad that held the Distant Crown. It was a small thing, a circlet of gold filigree, unremarkable to the untrained eye, but to me, it was a...

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