The Distant Crown
The letter lay on the table, the wax seal broken, the ink still wet. It was a formal notice of suspension, signed by Lord Vane, the man who owned the border and the men who guarded it. You read it twice, the words blurring as the lamplight flickered against the stone wall of the watchtower. Your name, Elias Thorne, was listed as a suspect in the theft of three hundred ounces of gold, a charge...
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