The Distant Crown
The envelope sat before me, its seal unbroken, a small white square of defiance against the dark mahogany of my desk. Outside, the London fog pressed against the glass, erasing the streetlamps and the figures of men hurrying to their evening drinks, leaving only the grey void of a world I had spent ten years calculating. I am Elias Thorne, Senior Actuary for the Imperial Life Assurance Company,...
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