The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The iron crown sat on the bed of the steam-press, cold and heavy, its spikes pointing inward like the thorns of a rose that had been crushed by a boot. Arthur Vane, forty years old and shaking with the early tremors of palsy, reached for the lever, his fingers slipping on the brass grip, and for a moment he thought his hand would simply fall off. He pulled the lever. The press roared, a sound...

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