The Distant Crown

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2026-08-17 12:46:24 -

The Distant Crown

The bell rang. It was not a church bell, nor a school bell. It was the iron tongue of the mill, vibrating in the cold air. It marked the hour. It marked the end. Margaret stood by the window. The glass was thick. It was old. She pressed her forehead against it. The cold bit her skin. It was good to feel pain. It was real. The town below was gray. The river was gray. The sky was the color of a...

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