The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The sleet had turned the cobblestones of Oakhaven into a slick, treacherous mirror, reflecting the fractured gaslight and the wet, desperate faces of the men surrounding me. I stood in the center of the square, my back against the cold stone of the old clock tower, holding nothing but the heavy, folded wool of the coat I had worn for forty years. It was a simple thing, charcoal grey, patched at...

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