The Distant Crown
The river had risen with a sudden, violent indifference that tore the old mill dam from its foundations in a single, thunderous shudder of water and splintered oak, sending a cascade of froth and debris crashing down into the village square where the people of Oakhaven huddled in the mist, their faces pale with a terror that was as much for the loss of their livelihood as it was for the...
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