The Distant Crown
The letter lay on the mahogany surface of Arthur Vane’s desk, its edges soft and worn from the weight of his own hesitation. It was a standard form, printed on heavy cream stock, bearing the seal of the Royal Archives, but the hand that had written the final paragraph was not the bureaucratic scrawl of the clerk; it was the sharp, angular script of Head Archivist Sterling. The offer was...
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