The Distant Crown
The rain had not stopped for three days, and it soaked into the wool of your coat so deeply that it felt less like clothing and more like a second skin made of cold, wet grief, as you walked away from the gates of the University of St. Aldhelm’s, leaving behind the sound of shouting voices and the heavy, suffocating silence of the library stacks where you had spent the last ten years of your...
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