The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The frost had not yet melted from the eaves of the old mill when Elias Thorne arrived at the town square. He carried a leather satchel that smelled of dry earth and machine oil. His hands were red and cracked, mapped with the topography of labor. He did not look up at the faces turned toward him. He looked at the ground. There was a crack in the cobblestone. A single dandelion poked through it....

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