The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The mist in the valley did not lift; it only thickened, a grey wool drawn tight around the eaves of our ancestral home until the world beyond the windowpane ceased to exist. We lived in a house that breathed, its timber bones creaking in the wind like the joints of an aging giant, and for three generations, we had believed that the house itself was the guardian of our bloodline. I am the last...

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