The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The frost has crept into your bones again. It sits in the marrow of your left leg, a cold that no fire can fully banish. You sit in the high window of the manor, watching the grey sky bruise into purple above the hedgerows. The air smells of wet stone and woodsmoke. You are forty-two years old, though you look older. The lines around your eyes are deep, carved by wind and worry, and your hands,...

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