The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The oak tree in the courtyard had lost its last leaf on a Tuesday, the day we found the first body. It was a thin, brittle thing, brown as old tea, and it lay on the stone steps like a discarded coin. I remember the cold in my fingers as I picked it up, the way the veins inside the leaf had hardened into something that felt less like plant matter and more like the dry bones of a small bird. I...

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