The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The rain came in a sheet. It struck the earth with a violence that felt personal. It hammered the tin roof of the barn. It scoured the windows of the cottage. Margaret did not sleep. She lay rigid in the dark. Her breath was shallow. The air smelled of wet wool and decay. She knew what was coming. She had always known. The town of Oakhaven was small. It sat in a valley. The hills rose around it...

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