The Distant Crown
The fog that rolled in from the estuary did not merely obscure the world; it consumed it, a heavy, wet woolen blanket that smothered the sharp edges of the industrial town until only the rhythmic, metallic thud of the bellows and the distant, groaning creak of the timber piles remained, a slow, suffocating heartbeat that matched the erratic pounding in my own chest, which felt less like a...
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