The Distant Crown
The stone cracked. It split down the center of the gable. A thin, white line. Like a vein of lightning frozen in the rock. I saw it from the kitchen window. I dropped my teacup. It shattered on the tile. The sound was sharp. A sudden violence. The house sighed. A low, groaning sound. The floorboards creaked beneath my feet. I walked to the door. The cold air bit my face. It smelled of wet earth...
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