The Distant Crown
The shard of gold bit into my thumb before I could even adjust my grip. I pulled it free, watching the blood well up, dark and viscous, staining the velvet cloth of the workbench. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, the Royal Archivist of the High Court, and my task is simple, though the outcome has never been achieved: to restore the Crown of St. Jude to its original state before the...
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