The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The carriage wheels ground against the cobblestones, a rhythmic scraping that mirrored the hollow ache in Marguerite’s chest. Outside, the London fog was not merely weather but a living, suffocating entity, a grey shroud that swallowed the gaslights and blurred the sharp edges of the industrial city into a bruised, indistinct smear. She sat rigid in the back, her fingers white-knuckled around...

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