The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain fell on the cobblestones of King’s Cross, turning the grey afternoon into a mirror of slate and ash. I stood at the edge of the platform, my hand resting on the iron railing, watching the steam rise in thick, white coils. It smelled of coal and wet wool. Beside me, Thomas Bradshaw packed his satchel. His movements were quick, jagged. He did not look at me. He looked at the tracks. I am...

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