The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The bread was black. Not burnt, but black. A deep, bruised purple that faded into charcoal at the edges. It sat on the table like a stone that had rolled down from the high places. Margaret cut it with a knife that felt too heavy for her hand. The crust crumbled. It did not break. It shed dust. She looked at her daughter. Lily was small. Too small. Her ribs showed under her dress. The dress was...

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