The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The fire started at dawn. It ate the roof of the mill first. Then the beams. Then the silence. Silas stood in the street. He watched the smoke. It was thick and black. It curled up into the grey sky. He held his hands at his sides. His fingers were stiff. The cold bit into his skin. But he did not feel it. He only looked. The mill was his life. It was his legacy. It was his father’s dream. It...

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