The Distant Crown
Chapter One "General, the decree is clear. State asset. No exceptions." Dimitar Ionescu stood in the cold of the tribunal room, his hands clasped behind his back. The radiator in the corner knocked, a dry, wooden clack that echoed the beat of his own pulse. He looked at the desk, at the stack of papers, at the man who had signed the order to bury his father’s name. General Vane did not look up....
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