The Distant Crown
The kettle screamed, a thin, high-pitched wail that cut through the thick, soot-stained air of the kitchen, and Mara looked up from the chipped teacup in her hand, her fingers trembling not from the heat of the water but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that had settled over the house since the letter arrived three days ago, a letter that had turned the walls of their small,...
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