The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The parchment was thin, brittle at the edges, and smelled faintly of the tallow candles that had baked it dry years ago. You held it in your left hand, the one that still worked, while your right hand gripped the hilt of your service pistol, the metal cold against your palm. It was a letter of dismissal, signed by Magistrate Aldous Thorne, your own brother, three days after the incident at the...

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