The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The water was rising, not with the slow, tidal patience of a normal flood, but with a hungry, muscular urgency that pulled at Elias Thorne’s boots like a living thing. He stood in the center of the Weeping Fen, a forty-two-year-old senior surveyor whose hands were steady even as the ground beneath him began to liquefy into a slurry of black mud and rot. His concrete want was simple and...

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