The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain did not fall. It hung. A thick, gray gauze draped over the valley, muting the world into a soft, breathing whisper. In the parlor of the old stone manor, the fire crackled with a sound like dry bones breaking. "It is not the building that matters," said Arthur. His voice was thin, stripped of its usual academic cadence. He sat in the wingback chair, his hands wrapped around a cup of...

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