The Distant Crown
It was not a murder, Elias said, his voice thin against the damp silence of the council chamber. It was a séance. A conversation. But the air in the room did not shift, did not soften. Mayor Halloway sat behind a desk that cost more than Elias’s annual rent, his face a mask of bureaucratic stone, and the other council members watched with the cold, hard eyes of men who had already decided. The...
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