The Distant Crown
The brass key hummed in Elias’s pocket, a low tectonic vibration that rattled his teeth. He sat on the deck of the *H.M.S. Perseverance*, watching the coastline of Oakhaven emerge from the grey mist like a jagged scar on the earth. The year was 1912, and Elias Vane, forty years old with hands like cured leather, had crossed an ocean to pay a debt he could not remember incurring. He clutched the...
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