The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a cold, silver veil that erased the horizon and turned the ancient moors into a sea of bruised purple and grey. You are walking, and you have been walking for so long that the concept of destination has dissolved into the rhythmic thud of your boots against the wet earth. In your hands, you hold a small, clay pot, chipped and rough-hewn, cradled...

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