The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The air in the mill tasted of wet ash and copper. Silas Vance stood before the great loom, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence. It was a silence that had teeth. It chewed on the inside of his skull. Outside, the November rain hammered against the high, grimy windows, blurring the world into a smear of grey and black. Inside, the only sound was...

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