The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

Thorne. The word hangs in the air, heavy and sharp. It is not a question. It is a summons. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, and your hands are wrapped in bandages that have turned the color of rust. The workshop smells of ozone and copper, a scent that has eaten into the plaster over the years. Outside, the wind rattles the sash windows, but in here, the silence is absolute, broken only by the...

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