The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The black glass shard lay in Elias Thorne’s palm, cold as river ice, and he held it up to the single bare bulb of his study. The light refracted through the fracture, splitting the room into jagged, disjointed pieces. He was forty years old, though his hands looked sixty, the knuckles swollen and the skin papery over the bone. The mirror, the great oval piece that had dominated the wall of the...

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