The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The train from Edinburgh to the coast carried a smell of damp wool and coal smoke, a scent that had become so intrinsic to Ewan MacAllister’s existence that he could no longer distinguish it from the air he breathed. He sat in the corner of the second-class carriage, his hands resting on the leather satchel in his lap, fingers tracing the worn edge of the handle. The rhythm of the wheels on the...

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