The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The mill did not fall. It burned. That is the first thing I must correct in the record, though no one else here in Oakhaven seems to care for the distinction. The heat had been rising for weeks, a dry, metallic taste on the back of the tongue, a haze that turned the sun into a pale, sickly coin. We were a town of smoke and iron, of men with soot in their eyebrows and women who scrubbed the same...

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