The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The subscription list for the new bell lay open on the registry desk, the ink still wet and heavy in the midsummer rain that fell cold as March. Etienne Etienne, thirty-four years old and wearing the grey wool of the city patrol, stared at the names, his eyes fixed on the line where his own signature should have been, but was not. He wanted only the quiet of his forty-fifth year, the chance to...

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